33 realizations at 33 (that changed everything)
becoming softer, wiser, and more myself. here are 33 truths that healed me — and made me proud to be where I am.
i write to music. enjoy a sip while you wander through…
if i do not protect my mornings, the world will consume me.
some friendships die quietly, and their eulogies live in my notes app.
desire doesn’t need a reason. it just needs a place to land.
i am not behind. i am just unsynced with timelines that aren’t mine.
clarity often arrives disguised as heartbreak.
how i love is the most radical thing about me.
comparison is a thief that always overpromises and underdelivers.
peace isn’t passive. it’s a skill, and i’m still learning it.
not everyone who loves you knows how to handle your fullness.
some days, the greatest act of courage is not creating—but resting.
being “the strong one” is seductive and exhausting.
i no longer wish to be impressive. i wish to be real.
silence is not absence. it is presence in a different language.
if i dim my joy to protect others, i betray the part of me that fought to feel it.
sometimes grief sounds like laughter. sometimes it looks like a perfectly edited photo.
love that feels like freedom is better than love that looks like forever.
no is a complete sentence. and yes can be, too.
it is not selfish to outgrow people, habits, or homes.
repetition is not failure—it’s refinement.
rest is not earned. it is woven into my worth.
the body never lies. she tells the truth even when my words can’t.
i will never regret choosing softness, even when it makes me bleed.
what is meant for me may not feel good at first.
some questions are not meant to be answered, only honored.
if i don’t cry for a while, i forget how holy it feels.
sometimes, the best way to be understood is to stop explaining.
making something just for me is how i return to myself.
not every version of me deserves to come forward. some need to be retired with grace.
what i consume affects what i believe. media is memory in disguise.
sometimes being a mystery is the most protective boundary.
it is okay to want to be seen. it is holy to want to be known.
my worth does not improve with productivity.
i can hold space without emptying myself to fill others.
take what nourishes you and share what’s stirring, if you wish. in the comments or a quiet message. 🌙
with love from the stillroom,
cibelle
This is beautiful, Cibelle. So many of these lines hit straight in the chest, especially “repetition is not failure, it’s refinement.” I write a lot about healing and honesty too, and this piece felt like a quiet mirror. Thank you for sharing something that feels both gentle and grounding. 💛
I'm so proud of you setting up boundaries to the world, Cibelle! You are starting to see the world as it is and how you are connected to it. Your connection holds the key. You can make it any way you want to believe it is. I wish you could see who you truly are. The power you have! 💖🦋