Freedom, Routines, & Becoming a Wifey
Hi love,
It’s Sunday. I’m sitting here with a full heart. Something in me is shifting.
This week felt different—in the best way. Not because everything was perfect (it wasn’t), but because I’m finally starting to show up for the life I’ve been praying for.
For the longest time, I’ve struggled with structure. I’m such a go-with-the-flow girl. But lately, I’ve felt this pull inside… like God is saying, if you want more, it’s time to move differently. So I’ve been creating routine. Waking up early. Going to the gym. Making time for the things that matter. Not out of pressure—but because I’m becoming the woman I’ve always dreamed of being, and it’s a journey I want to embrace with my whole heart.
There’s something so healing about doing what you said you would do.
Wedding planning has also finally hit a new rhythm. I’m out of the stressed-out phase and into the sweet, dreamy bliss of it all. I can’t believe I get to marry Jack so soon. He is so good. So kind. So steady. I could cry just thinking about him (I’m super emotional lately). He really is everything I prayed for and more.
This week, I also found myself navigating my PCOS again. Some days my body doesn’t respond the way I want it to. It’s frustrating. It’s hard. But I’m choosing to love her anyway. I’ve asked God to renew my mind, and He’s doing just that. I’m learning to care for myself gently. To speak life over my body even when it feels like it’s not doing “enough.”
I even started listening to affirmations on my long walks this week, and I love it. It’s such a small thing, but it’s been helping me speak truth over myself again. Sometimes we don’t realize how loud the world has been until we replace it with something better.
Being in Miami is dreamy and sunny and magical. But it’s also intense. There’s so much pressure here—so many standards women are expected to meet. I used to feel myself shrinking, comparing, trying to fit in. But not anymore. Not the way I used to. The other night, I asked God why it's been so hard sometimes. I was crying in the shower, just exhausted. And then I heard it—like a whisper straight into my heart: freedom.
I laughed through the tears.
Freedom.
What a sweet thing.
So that’s where I am right now. Becoming a wife. Becoming a woman of discipline. Becoming free. Free to show up for the dreams I’ve been given. Free to stop holding myself to impossible standards. Free to write my heart out and not care if it’s perfect—just as long as it’s true.
I even started reading Atomic Habits this week, and one line stuck with me:
If you want to be a writer, write.
Simple, but it hit. The more I show up, the more I become.
And honestly? I’m loving this season. It’s not always easy. But it’s full of beauty, big and small. My heart feels alive. And I’m grateful for every bit of it.
Here are a few little things from this week:
Verse that carried me: “Do not conform to the patterns of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.” (Romans 12:2)
Book I’m reading: Atomic Habits by James Clear. Life-changing already.
Current obsession: Warm drinks. Clean spaces. Long walks in the sun. Jack. (;
Lesson I’m holding close: You don’t have to be perfect to have a purpose.
Sunday prayer: Jesus, help me stay free. Free to be who You made me to be. Free from the lies, the pressure, and the fear. Let me live and love fully—right here, right now.
Before you go, just a little reminder…you’re doing better than you think. Be gentle with yourself this week. Keep showing up, even if it’s slow. Even if it’s quiet. God’s not in a rush with you—and you don’t need to be either.
Thank you for being here.
It means more than you know. Have the best week! <3
