I’m 34 years old.

And I’ve never had what most would call a “real relationship.”

No grand love story.

No one to call mine.

No label to point to when someone asks,

“Why are you still single?”

And for a long time…

I thought that meant something was wrong with me.

Not because I didn’t believe in love —

but because somewhere along the way,

I began to believe that love wasn’t meant for someone like me.

I looked around and saw people pairing up, settling down,

meeting each other at “the right time” with “the right plan,”

and I wondered why it didn’t happen for me.

And then came the voices.

Not always cruel.

Sometimes even well-meaning.

But sharp in their quiet way:

“Maybe you’re too picky.”

“You should be more realistic.”

“You’re not getting any younger.”

These words didn’t just come from strangers.

Sometimes, they came from the ones I loved most —

the ones who wanted to protect me,

but didn’t realize they were building a cage with their concern.

A cage made of expectations.

Of timelines.

Of “shoulds.”

And slowly, I began to dim.

To make myself smaller.

To quiet the way I loved.

To hush the part of me that believed in magic and moonlight and soulmates.

I became less me.

Less alive.

A little less light with each passing year.

But something changed.

Not all at once —

but like a sunrise, rising softly after a long night.

It began with the decision to listen again —

not to the world,

but to myself.

To the girl I used to be — the one who danced barefoot in her dreams,

who believed in signs from the universe,

who cried at poems and believed that real love could burn you clean.

And she whispered to me:

You are not late.

You are not less.

You are not wrong for wanting more than “enough.”

Now, I choose differently.

I no longer measure my worth by relationship status.

I no longer ask permission to live my truth.

I am not built for logic and timelines.

I am built for feeling.

For leaps of faith.

For sacred unknowns.

While others walk with plans, I move with prayer.

While others seek certainty, I seek alignment.

This is my rhythm.

This is my dance with the Divine.

And though it may not make sense to many —

it makes sense to me.

To my soul.

To my path.

These days, I feel love in the most unexpected places.

In the way strangers talk to me —

softly, curiously, like they sense something gentle in me.

In the way a barista remembers my order.

In the way a child smiles for no reason.

In the way people I’ve never met online say,

“You made me feel seen today.”

It’s not grand.

It’s not flashy.

But it’s real.

And it opens something in me that no conventional love ever did.

And that’s what I want to give back.

I want to contribute to the world with love.

With empathy.

With kindness that doesn’t ask for anything in return.

Through my Tarot, I offer more than answers —

I offer compassion.

A safe space.

A reflection of someone’s sacred truth.

Through my blog, I write not to impress,

but to connect.

To say, I see you,

to the ones who feel too tender for this world.

And through my business, I want to create something more than profit.

I want to build something with soul.

A space that heals.

A platform that uplifts.

A purpose that gives back to a world that needs more light.

So here I am.

Still single.

Still dreaming.

Still soft.

And more in love with life than ever before.

Because I no longer chase love —

I am love.

I no longer hide my tenderness —

I offer it like a gift.

I no longer live for approval —

I live for truth.

To anyone who feels like they’re falling behind,

like they’re too old to start again,

like their softness is a flaw…

Let this be your reminder:

You are not late.

You are right on time for the life you were born to live.

You don’t need to be understood to be worthy.

You don’t need a timeline to be whole.

You only need to return to yourself.

So live wildly.

Love without permission.

Trust your rhythm.

And let the world feel your soul again.

Because the universe does not reward logic —

it responds to alignment.

And when you walk in your truth,

the love you’re meant for

will find you without question.

Just like you found yourself.