Two tiny tattoos. Both soft, both intentional. Both holding the story of this season in ways words never could.

On my left hand: Becoming. A reminder that I’m not chasing a future version of myself anymore; I’m living her, one quiet choice at a time. This year changed me more than I expected, and instead of shrinking, I expanded. I softened. I listened. I grew. And I wanted something on my body that reflected that inner shift.

On my right hand, two intertwined hearts. A symbol of self-love, connection, and the version of me who finally knows how to receive. Love from myself. Love from others. Love from life, in all the ways it’s showing up right now.

These tiny marks aren’t aesthetic decisions. They’re acknowledgements. They’re me saying: I see who I’ve been. I honour who I am. And I’m walking into who I’m becoming with my whole heart open.

This chapter feels different; intentional, softer, grounded, deeper, supported, expansive. And today, I celebrated it in ink.