Sometimes we pause and ask ourselves, “What do I truly admire about me?” For me, it’s a beautiful mix of contrasts and courage.
I admire my adventurous spirit—even as an introvert. I may not always crave crowds, but I crave experiences. Quiet ones. Soulful ones. Awe-filled ones. There’s a whole world out there that whispers to me, and I listen. Whether it’s exploring new places or chasing new ideas, I’m always on an adventure, even when it’s internal.
I admire my big dreams—the ones that sometimes scare me and often surprise me. Dreams that paint my days in color and keep me reaching, even when life tries to dull the canvas.
I admire my big heart—especially the way it connects deeply with animals. The way I feel a kinship with every creature, big and small, and how that love brings peace, healing, and joy.
I admire the bucket-list kind of life I want to live—not because I have it all figured out, but because I dare to want more, even in the aftermath of loss.
And perhaps most of all, I admire that despite everything—the grief, the twists, the disappointments—I can still dream. I still choose wonder. I still show up for life.
This is The Rose Adventure. 🌹
A soft but strong journey of becoming.
And I’m proud of every part of me that blooms.
