The One Who Knows My Audacity Is Not Pride

 

There is a quiet strength in being the one who initiates.

To be the one who decides not out of pride, but out of clarity.

To pursue, not because I must chase, but because I trust my instincts.

To be firm, not to control, but to honour my truth.

They may call it pride.

But only the one who truly sees me who understands the weight of my journey will know:

It is not pride.

It is courage.

Because for too long, I was taught to wait.

To dim. To question. To tiptoe.

But now I stand in the fullness of who I am.

And every step I take is a declaration:

That I deserve to take up space.

That my desires are valid.

That my voice matters.

So when I choose to move first,

To speak up, to love out loud, to walk away or lean in

Know that it is not arrogance.

It is liberation.

And still there is One who knows.

The One who understands that my audacity to act, to build, to believe in what seems impossible to others,

is not pride,

but a sacred knowing.

The One who walks with me, even in my sleep

Whispering to me who I truly am.

Revealing visions of what I am becoming.

The One who sees past my face, my stature, my presence among the crowd

And into the blueprint of my soul.

This knowing is not born of ego.

It is born of divine instruction.

Of alignment.

Of fire placed in me by the One who sees beyond time.

So yes, I move boldly.

Yes, I dare.

Not because I think too much of myself

But because I trust the One who lives in me.

The One who knows.