Hey friends,
I don’t even know how to start this.
All I know is I’ve never felt more like myself, and at the same time, I’ve never felt so tender in the becoming.
This isn’t a travel story.
This is a soul story.
This is me, peeling off everything that’s not mine anymore, and coming home to the life I was always meant to live.
So if you’re in a season where things don’t make sense, where you’ve let go of something “good” for something true, or where your heart is louder than your logic, stay with me.
Because this is for you too.
I Prayed for This. And It Took Everything in Me to Receive It.
I used to say I wanted to own my time.
To be with my kids without rushing.
To wake up slow.
To take trips without guilt.
To say yes to my body, my joy, my dreams, without needing a reason.
But what no one tells you is:
Sometimes, the life you prayed for requires you to become someone completely new.
And in that becoming?
You’ll have to grieve who you used to be.
That’s where I’ve been.
Not burned out.
Not exhausted.
Just in deep transition.
Quietly saying goodbye to the version of me that kept me safe for so long.
When I Said Yes to Bukidnon, I Didn’t Realise I Was Saying Yes to Myself
We were having dinner when Mika said, “Let’s go to Davao.”
And something in me, tired of overthinking, tired of always leading, said: “Yes.”
That one yes cracked me open.
Because for the first time in a long time, I didn’t need a reason.
I didn’t need to earn rest.
I didn’t need to justify softness.
I just… followed the pull.
And it led me to a version of myself I hadn’t seen in a while.
I Didn’t Go There to Heal. But I Did.
Bukidnon wasn’t for content.
It wasn’t for work.
It wasn’t for anything but presence.
And when I landed there, surrounded by clean air, soft mountains, and friends who didn’t need me to be “the coach” or “the leader”... I felt something in me start to unravel.
I let go of the version of me who always needed to have the answers.
I let go of the mask that said “I’m okay” even when I felt unsure.
I let go of the pressure to always hold it together.
And in that space, I cried.
Not because I was breaking, but because I was finally safe enough to stop performing strength.
I Remembered the Version of Me Who’s Loud, Makulit, Joyful, and Free
I forgot she existed.
I forgot I could laugh that hard.
I forgot I could be silly without apologising.
I forgot I didn’t need to be “deep” or “useful” all the time.
I forgot I’m allowed to just be a person.
And in that remembering, I felt grief.
Because I missed her.
And also, she never left.
She was just waiting for me to stop surviving and start living again.
I Let People Take Care of Me, And It Changed Something in Me
For the first time in forever, I wasn’t the one planning.
I wasn’t the one covering everything.
I wasn’t the one checking on everyone else’s energy.
I just let myself receive.
And that was terrifying… and healing… and new.
Because being the strong one was how I coped.
It’s how I stayed needed.
It’s how I kept myself safe.
But this time?
I was held.
And nothing collapsed.
Instead, I expanded.
I Call This My “Last Map”
This is no longer the trial run.
No more “just in case.”
No more side plans.
No more waiting for the perfect time.
This is it.
This is the version of me who said:
“This is the life I’m building — not someday. Now.”
“I’m not apologising for it.”
“I’m not over-explaining my peace.”
“I’m not hustling for validation anymore.”
“I’m not shrinking just to fit into who I used to be.”
What I’m Trusting the Universe With Now
Honestly?
Everything.
I’m trusting that this life, the one I designed with intention and love — will hold me even when it feels uncertain.
I’m trusting the people who see me now, not just who I used to be.
I’m trusting the space between old cycles closing and new ones beginning.
I’m trusting that letting go of control is not collapse, it’s co-creation.
I’m trusting that the Universe isn’t asking me to figure it all out, just to stay open.
And I am.
I’m wide open.
Even if it’s still scary sometimes.
To the Woman Reading This Who Feels Like She’s in Between
This is for the version of you who’s outgrown your old life, but hasn’t fully landed in your new one.
This is for the version of you who’s saying goodbye to your “strong girl” era… and learning how to be soft and powerful at the same time.
This is for the version of you who’s building a life by design, one boundary, one breath, one bold yes at a time.
Here’s what I want you to know:
✨ You’re not behind.
✨ You’re not being dramatic.
✨ You’re not asking for too much.
✨ You’re not starting over.
✨ You’re finally starting as you.
You Don’t Need to Manifest It Anymore. You Just Need to Live It.
That life you’ve been craving?
It’s not waiting for you in the future.
It’s already whispering to you now:
in the pull to rest.
in the desire to slow down.
in the sacred anger of “this isn’t it anymore.”
in the full-body YES that has no logic, just truth.
I’m not special.
I’m not lucky.
I just stopped abandoning myself.
And when I did?
Everything changed.
I’m Not Lost. I’m Not Broken. I’m Not Waiting Anymore.
I’m becoming.
And I’m not becoming someone else.
I’m becoming who I’ve always been underneath the survival, the pleasing, the pressure, and the programming.
So if you’ve been watching me and thinking:
“F*ck. That’s the life I want.”
This is your sign.
Not to be me,
but to finally choose you.
You deserve a life that feels like yours.
And when you stop asking for permission…
When you stop waiting for proof…
When you go all in on what your soul already knows…
That’s when everything begins.
That’s when you become.
Here's a video from our travel:
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— Libni
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