In Quiet Dance 

There is a kind of truth that emerges only when excess is set aside—when the impulse to dazzle, define, or direct begins to quiet. Recently, I’ve found myself in that soft undoing, letting old layers slip away and meeting a version of myself that no longer needs to announce, perform, or hold the center. In that gentle shift, a new question formed: how do I stand in my own presence, unadorned yet certain?