Day 7 - The Week of Light

Shifts happened this week.
The slow, certain kind — the ones that rewrite and shape you from the inside out.

I created consistently, from rhythm instead of for perfection.
Each post became a step.
Each day, another stone was placed on the path through the chaos.

A Realm I once only imagined, created only ever for me — solidified. Carolynn Creating isn’t possibility any more.
It’s me creating until my heart’s content… while those creations become my heart’s content. 
It’s not a dream become form. It’s a studio where artefacts are real.
A portal people can walk through.
An offering made with my full voice.

I handed over my 80,000 words Pirates Manuscript over for analysis — a first.
Not just because of the word count. But because I let it rest afterward.
I didn’t change my mind halfway through. I didn’t hover.
I trusted.
In that trust, something in me rested too.

This week?
There were tears of every kind.
There was laughter that hurt my ribs and caught my breath.
There were bridges crossed with fire in my chest and Elton John in my ears.

I stood through it all.
At it’s end—I’m still standing.