Wednesday Talk with Treasurable Life

Sometimes the heart has to break to teach you what no longer deserves entry. I don’t need perfect love to enjoy today. I just need to stay whole inside the storm.
— Treasurable Life

Today is mine.
And I claimed it.

Woke up around 9 a.m. no alarms, no pressure.
Just me, my breath, and the space to be soft with myself.

I got my nails done. Brows arched to perfection.
Not for anyone else for me.
Because I still deserve to look in the mirror and say,
“Damn, you’re that woman.”

The song playing right now?
“Love Will Be Waiting at Home” by For Real.
And whew… it hit different.

Because yeah, love might be waiting at my home,
But my heart is still healing from broken promises with false hopes from the one who is still in my home.

Still, I refuse to let that ruin my day.
My joy.
My peace.

This Heart Still Glows

Look at this heart.
Wired in light. Surrounded by beauty.

You can see the cracks, the tension, the fire inside.
But it’s still glowing.
Still pumping.
Still grounded in purpose.

That’s me today.
That’s you.

We don’t fake strength, we live it.
Because being honest about pain while protecting your peace?
That’s a power no one can take away.

Let’s Get Real

I’ve been hurt.
Lied to. Left in the rooms, I made warm food for people who had only brought cold food.
And still, I choose me.

Not because I don’t feel the pain,
but because I’m done letting it write my whole damn story.

Love left. But I stayed.
In my skin.
In my healing.
In my joy.

This is not about pretending the heartbreak didn’t happen.
It’s about refusing to let it own every piece of the day I worked so hard to reclaim.

“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.”
— Psalm 30:5

Yeah, I’ve cried.
But baby, I woke up on time today with breath in my lungs and beauty on my face.
That’s joy. That’s survival. That’s grace.

Unbothered Doesn’t Mean Unbroken”

My heart cracked, but my spirit didn’t collapse.

I dressed the wound, not for hiding,
but for honoring.

I let the music play.
I let the day unfold.

And when love whispered from the past,
I smiled anyway
because peace lives here now.

I’m not here to pretend.
The ache is real.
But so is my decision to keep living, laughing, glowing, and protecting what’s left of my peace.

So yeah…
Love left. But I stayed.
And I’m not wasting another day trying to chase something that couldn’t see me clearly.