Mosaic Miss C

Let’s talk about the Phoenix.

Not the city.

The myth. The magic.

That beautiful firebird that bursts into flames and still dares to come back stronger…glowing, gorgeous, and absolutely unbothered by the ashes it had to crawl out of.

I’ve always loved that image. Probably because, in some form or another, I am that image. Maybe you are, too.

See, the Phoenix isn’t just about rebirth. It’s not some glossy before-and-after moment. It’s the burn. It’s the ache. It’s the ugly cry at 2 a.m. and still showing up the next day. It’s that quiet, stubborn whisper that says, “Get up. You’re not done.”

I’ve been through more burn cycles than I can count. Times when it felt like everything I built had gone up in smoke. Dreams delayed. Friendships faded. Plans unraveled like loose threads.

There were times when I accelerated the burn, because I knew it was the catalyst needed for change. I knew that from the ashes would come something bigger and better. Somehow, some way… I rose. Every. Single. Time.

And let me be real with you: I’m in the fire again right now. This part? It sucks. The smoke is thick. The doubt is loud. The mirror doesn’t always reflect who I remember myself to be. But deep down, I know how this story goes. I’ve read this chapter before.

What’s wild is, every time I rise, I don’t just come back. I come back better. Wiser. Softer where I need to be and sharper where I have to be. More aligned. More aware of what I’m made of.

So if you’re walking through your own fire right now, I see you. You’re not alone. The ashes are temporary, I promise. The glow-up that’s coming? It’s going to make all of this make sense.

For now, we burn.
But soon, we rise.

And when we do? Whew. Watch out.