A Letter to One Who is Ready to Expand

To the one whose vision is just beginning to clear—

This piece was born in a moment of frustration. Not loud—but insistent. Like trying to peer through fog, or read a map in dim light. I kept reaching for a path forward, and the paint kept pushing back.

But then something shifted. The orange line came through—sharp, surprising, honest. It didn’t explain everything. It just told me where to look.

Obstructed View is for the woman who’s been moving forward on instinct, even when the way wasn’t clear. For the one who’s learning that clarity doesn’t always come before the leap—it often meets us after we jump.

This piece holds the moment of awakening—not perfect, not polished, but real. It’s the flicker of recognition. The rising of truth.

If you’re seeing things differently now, this might be your mirror. Not because the view is perfect—but because you’ve stopped pretending you can’t see.