Beneath The Bloom🌿

The roots of my garden, showing where the blossoms come from. A place to share real events and reflections in fuller detail.

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Little Me Would Be So Proud 🐎🍂

I finally did it — something I’ve dreamed of since I was little.

My first horseback ride. 🐎

To be honest, I was terrified at first. I mean, when you’re 5’2” and 160 lbs sitting on a 900–2,000 lb animal with a mind of its own… it’s hard not to feel small. My heart was racing, my hands were tense, and I was doing my best to look calm when in reality, every muscle in my body was screaming “what are we doing?!”

But then something happened.

Somewhere between the uneven rhythm of hooves, the smell of the earth, and the quiet of the trail — I started to breathe again. Just… breathe.

I wouldn’t say I was completely relaxed (let’s be real, animals are unpredictable), but I found this strange sense of peace in the moment. Like all the noise in my head got a little quieter.

There was something magical about it — feeling that connection between fear and calm, between control and trust.

And in a small way, it reminded me that sometimes, we don’t have to conquer our fears — we just have to sit with them, hold on, and keep moving forward.

Because sometimes, even a 900-lb horse can help you feel lighter. ✨

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🌸 Finding My Way Back

It’s funny how something you love can slowly fade into the background without you even realizing it. For me, that “something” was writing. I used to pour my heart into words — stories, reflections, anything that helped me process the world around me. But somewhere along the way, fear crept in. Fear of judgment. Fear of not being “good enough.” Fear that maybe I’d lost whatever spark I used to have.

For years, I let that fear keep me quiet. I told myself I was “too busy,” that I’d get back to it someday. But the truth is, I was scared to try again.

And then life changed. Becoming a mom shifted everything. It taught me about bravery in the smallest, most unexpected ways. When I look at my son, I want him to see a mom who tries, even when she’s scared. A mom who keeps showing up for herself.

So here I am — writing again. Putting my words out into the world after years of keeping them tucked away in the dark corners of my laptop. Hitting “post” has honestly been terrifying, but also? So freeing. Every time I share a piece of myself, I feel a little lighter. A little braver.

I’m rediscovering the joy that comes from creating without expectation — just doing something because it makes my soul happy. And I hope one day my son sees this side of me and learns that fear doesn’t have to be the end of something. It can be the beginning of something beautiful. 🌷

Here’s to new beginnings, soft courage, and dusting off old dreams to give them a second chance — nerves and all. ✨🌸

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🌿 Beneath the Bloom

— Intro Post

Welcome to Beneath the Bloom.

If In Bloom Since 95 is the garden you see, this space is the soil beneath it — the everyday entries, the little truths, the personal moments that keep me rooted.

Here I’ll write more openly, as if on journal pages. Not just snippets, but fuller stories: the days that leave me smiling, the nights that leave me restless, and everything in between.

This is the part of me that grows quietly, unseen but essential.

If you’ve found your way here, welcome to the roots of my story. 🌿