Lavenderosy

  • Who I Was — Curious, Calm, and Determined

    Who I Was — Curious, Calm, and Determined

    Growing up as a middle child, I was always eager to be loved — innocent, playful, and full of curiosity. I had a soft and calm nature, but deep inside, I was always aware of myself and determined. Even when life challenged me, I stood up for my peace and grounded myself with certainty.

    I didn’t like owing people anything, and from a young age, I felt this pull to build my own path in life, even when I was shy or unsure of my next step.

    In school, I avoided being number one — not because I lacked strength — but because the spotlight made me nervous. I preferred comfort, quiet moments, and being real with myself and others.

    🎶 My Heartbeat — Music, Dance & Expression

    Music and dance were my second loves — and honestly, they still are. I remember sitting by the TV or radio, listening to songs on repeat, memorizing each tune and every step as if I were the dancer in the videos. I didn’t just hear music — I felt it with every beat.

    There were evenings when I’d sneak up to the terrace with a friend and dance until the sun dipped below the horizon. That freedom, that joy of movement — nothing compared to it.

    I longed to perform in school functions, but something held me back — I couldn’t afford the costumes, and I couldn’t bring myself to ask. Even when little opportunities came my way, I had to let them go because of money — but that didn’t stop my passion. I danced anyway — in front of mirrors, in my room, in my heart.

    Then came 7th grade: a small chance to dance in a school room in front of other girls. I remember how they clapped after I finished — how their eyes widened in surprise. That moment made me realize something beautiful: my passion could touch others. That memory still sparkles inside me.

    The Shift — Yoga, Healing & Inner Strength

    Woman in serene yoga pose under soft light

    With time, my dreams began to widen. I saw that my love for movement wasn’t just dance — it was expression, peace, and harmony. That led me to think deeper about life, health, and inner healing.

    I want to become a yoga trainer — not only to stay healthy myself, but to help others find strength within. Life isn’t always smooth, but that doesn’t mean we stop living with joy and purpose. Life means smiling through challenges, finding strength in struggle, and healing inside so we can live our fullest story.

    If I can help one person feel lighter in their heart, more confident in themselves, or stronger from within — that’s worth everything.

    Why Women’s Healing Matters to Me

    Image alt text: Group of women practicing meditation for inner peace

    I’ve always cared deeply about women — the expectations placed on them, the unspoken rules they live by, the opportunities they miss because someone else decides their limits. Women are told who to be, what to do, how to behave — and too often they lose a part of themselves in the process.

    That breaks me.

    I may not be able to solve everyone’s material problems — but I can help open pathways for inner healing. Through yoga, meditation, mindfulness, and self-awareness — I want women to remember this:

    ✨ When you heal from within… you become unstoppable.
    ✨ When you strengthen your mindset… you rise above fear.
    ✨ When you believe in your worth… no one else can define you.

    We don’t have to wait for a big moment to begin — healing begins with awareness and courage.

    My Motto — Live Boldly, Love Deeply, Laugh Often

    I’ve always lived outside the box when it came to rules that stopped me from fulfilling my heart’s desire. Even if it meant bending a rule or two, I never stopped living fully — whether in joy or pain.

    And here’s what I want you to remember:

    🌟 Life isn’t perfect… but it’s still worth living.
    🌟 You have strength inside you that you haven’t even discovered yet.
    🌟 You can rise again — even after falling.

    And when you live with a smile through challenges — that isn’t just surviving…
    that’s living with soul.

    Let’s Walk This Journey Together

    Thank you for being here. For reading. For caring. For growing.
    Lavenderosy isn’t just my story — it’s a space for your healing, your dreams, and your inner light. This is a place where we don’t just talk about life — we live it, feel it, and rise with it.

    You deserve growth. You deserve soft joy. You deserve to rise.

    Welcome home.

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  • A Peaceful Evening I Still Carry Within Me

    A Peaceful Evening I Still Carry Within Me

    There was a time when summers felt alive — not rushed, not heavy, just full of quiet energy.
    From March to August, the climate itself felt different: clear skies, warm sunlight, calm winds, and a softness that touched the heart before the skin.

    I would return from school around 2 p.m.
    My mother would already be waiting, food warm, made with love — the kind of food that doesn’t just fill your stomach, it comforts you. After that, if there was any homework, I finished it quickly. And then, exactly at 4 p.m., without delay, my feet would carry me to my favourite place — the rooftop.

    Up there, the sky felt closer.

    The blue was deep and honest, the clouds pure white, floating freely. I would sit calmly, always facing the east direction, letting the environment sink into me. There was no overthinking then. No stress. No tension. No desires running in my mind.
    It felt as if nature itself had invited me — calling me gently, making me feel that I belong.

    clear blue sky with white clouds during summer evening

    I enjoyed the evening deeply, but interestingly, I never liked watching the sunset.
    Maybe because sunset indicates endings. And being an emotional soul, I never liked the idea of something ending. I always wanted moments to stay… just a little longer.
    So while others looked west, my face stayed east, absorbing the softness of the evening without witnessing the sun disappear.

    That time of day had a magic of its own.

    By 6 p.m., the neighbourhood would come alive. Children would start gathering — laughter echoing, footsteps running, voices calling each other’s names. That was our signal: playtime had begun.
    We played so many games, danced without music, talked endlessly, laughed loudly. That phase of the evening was filled with togetherness — so pure that none of us wanted it to ever change.

    By 8 p.m., one by one, everyone returned home.
    And the evening — my evening — would gently come to rest.

    Those evenings were the best part of my life.
    A time when I was connected to nature, free with friends, present without trying. Just being.

    Now that I’ve grown up, I realise something quietly painful — no matter how much I want to, I cannot fully recreate that feeling. Life has become faster, noisier, heavier. Responsibilities exist where innocence once lived.
    Yet, somewhere deep inside me, that little version of myself still wants to play.

    I still love to play.
    Maybe not with the same games, not in the same lanes — but the desire is alive.
    Because some evenings don’t leave us.
    They become a part of who we are.

    And whenever life feels overwhelming, I close my eyes and return there —
    to the rooftop,
    the blue sky,
    the white clouds,
    and the calm east-facing breeze of a summer evening that never truly ended.

    — Written with love,
    Dolly

    I write about life, healing, beauty, and quiet moments.
    If my words bring you calm, you can subscribe and walk this journey with me.