Becoming is a Quiet Revolution
What I felt, What I did, What Change and What You Can Do
What I felt
In this quiet period of resting and reflection, my thoughts kept returning to the ring. Not the noise of it. Not the crowd. But the pause just before. That sacred silence before a boxing match. The moment you wrap your hands, not in defence, but in declaration.
It's a ritual that whispers: You’re still here. You’re still becoming.
Your story isn’t over, it’s taking a new shape.
And in that stillness, I realised that becoming doesn’t always begin with a bang.
Sometimes it begins with breath.
Sometimes it begins with someone who simply sits beside you as you take pause and rest.
Rest is not alway a retreat, it can be an act of resistance.
It’s where clarity returns, and where new becoming begins, in a world that glorifies the grind, choosing to pause is revolutionary.
What I did:
I allowed myself to feel it all.
Not the highlight reel, but the in-between moments where softness still lives. So this week, I was grateful to spend seven hours in the presence of a woman who’s walked with me through shadows. She was the one who sat beside me in the ambulance after the attack. And this week, she sat beside me again, this time, not in crisis, but in reclamation.
We laughed until our bellies ached.
We shared truth that didn’t ask for fixing, only witnessing.
We revisited pain, not to relive it, but to honour how far we’ve come.
Self-love Is The Precursor To Your Greatest Love
And we spoke of art.
Of how Perception speaks to the injustice of being misread.
Of how A Heart To Hold offers love, even in estrangement.
Of how art, like healing, doesn’t need permission. It just needs space.
“Self-love,” she reminded me,
“is the precursor to your greatest love.”
What changed:
What shifted wasn’t loud, but it was profound. I saw, again, how important it is to be surrounded by people who honour your process.
Who don’t flinch at your story. Who mirror your becoming back to you, not as something broken, but as something brilliant in motion.
That’s what support really is.
That’s what security really feels like. And that’s why I created the SSCS™ Framework, because true becoming is rooted in:
- Support that holds you while you find your rhythm again
- Self-love that keeps showing up, even when the world doesn’t
- Spirituality that whispers: you were never alone
- Security that makes you brave enough to speak, move, and create
Perception is layered in quiet boldness, the kind that looks you in the eye and says,
“I know what you did to survive.”
A Heart To Hold doesn’t ask for pity. It offers presence. A steady pulse in the face of estrangement.
Now that I have spent the time reflecting resting and feeling the expanse of my emotions, there’s a body of work forming behind the scenes. One that holds the rhythm of wrapped hands, the ache of estrangement, and the roar of reclamation. I’m not ready to name it yet. But soon.
The canvas is listening.
What you can do:
🌀 Honour your own quiet revolution.
🎤 Sit beside someone instead of trying to fix them.
🎨 Let your art, your story, your truth speak for you.
And if you’re feeling the call to explore your own self-defined becoming,
start with the guide I built from my own lived journey.
It’s soft. It’s courageous. It’s yours.
Does this resonate with a part of your own becoming?
I’d love to hear what practices or reflections have helped you feel seen.
Feel free to share in the comments below, your voice is welcome here.
If you’re reading this while holding grief, growth, or both
May your wraps be soft.
May your rise be steady
May your becoming speak louder than your fear ever did.
And affirm the forward.
Your future self will thank you for it.
Love and Light Infinitely,
Amja
Let Art Be Your Becoming
