When Wanting More Starts to Hurt

You asked for more.
More love.
More truth.
More of you in every corner of your life.

And then it came.

Not as a perfect plan.
Not as a 5-step strategy.
But as discomfort.

The ache in your chest when you realise the thing you once tolerated now feels unbearable.
The tension in your body when you outgrow a version of yourself mid-sentence.
The sacred rage when you see — finally see — that you’ve been shrinking to survive.

This is the edge.

The thin line between who you were and who you’re becoming.
Between the life you’ve outgrown and the one that hasn’t landed yet.
Between the craving for expansion… and the fear of what it might cost.

Desire will always call you forward.
But it will also crack you open.

Because to want more isn’t soft. It’s seismic.

More love? You’ll have to unlearn your walls.
More depth? You’ll have to stop bypassing your own truth.
More magic? You’ll have to let go of what looks good — and trust what feels good.

This tension you’re in?

It’s not a problem.
It’s a portal.

Your body feels it before your mind can name it.
Your nervous system knows you’re on the edge of something wild.
Something honest. Something real.

So don’t rush past the discomfort.
Don’t numb it. Don’t fix it.

Listen to it.

It’s the sound of a woman refusing to settle.

It’s the space where your next chapter is quietly building itself — breath by breath, boundary by boundary, decision by decision.

OFH isn’t the absence of discomfort.
It’s the devotion to moving through it…
because your joy is worth the f*cking stretch.

You’re not breaking.
You’re becoming.

Love,
M x