Northern Zihuatanejo

Where It Became Real

It was here that it became real.

I was no longer home—at least not the kind of home I was used to.

The safety.

The familiarity.

That quiet feeling of comfort I had always clung to—

it disappeared.

For a moment, I wondered if I had lost something sacred.

But as I sat there, breathing it in, I realized…

maybe this was what I had been searching for all along.

I wasn’t unsafe.

I was simply awake.

Consciously creating each moment.

Pausing. Reflecting. Acting.

Choosing—rather than reacting.

This is safe.

This is my new reality.

This is where I get to choose the outcome.

I am no longer living in fear, even when uncertainty surrounds me.

I am controlling my destiny.

I am safe.

I am creating an environment where I am all I need.

I am home.

This is what I’ve worked for—

to be enough.

To be whole.

To sit, breathe, and simply enjoy.

In the stillness, I am home.

• “I didn’t come here to escape. I came here to remember. Maybe you did too.”

When was the last time you felt completely at home within yourself—without needing the world to make you feel safe?