Dear Rising Soul: The Courage To Begin Again
Dear Rising Soul,
Are you waiting for clarity before making a move, afraid you’ll choose wrong?
We’ve all been there, standing still, rooted in fear, waiting for the “right” answer. But if we never try, how will we ever know?
Sometimes the best thing we can do is throw a dart and hope it sticks. And if it doesn’t, we throw another. Each one teaches us something, how to trust ourselves, how to begin again, how to survive the not-knowing.
Like raising children, life doesn’t come with a handbook. We’re here to learn, grow, and take chances. If we never throw that dart, we may miss the beautiful things waiting for us just beyond hesitation. It’s not about hitting the bullseye every time. It’s about the trying, the movement, the courage to act.
Life has offered me this lesson more than once, but one time stands out clearly in my memory. My Facebook page became a visible extension of my heart work, a space where I spread love and understanding through my soul’s musings with the world. In 2021, I started a page that quickly grew to 42,000 followers. It felt amazing to see that my words and desire to spread compassion were resonating. But along with the love came something else: bullying and hate. I didn’t understand how something created from a place of kindness could become so toxic.
Each morning, I would rise early to write my daily Soul Musings. Before I even sat down, fear would whisper, warning me not to post. My heart would counter, saying, If there’s but one person you can help today, it’s worth whatever comes. I’d whisper a quiet prayer for protection and hit publish. Then the fear would rush back in as the notifications began, bringing love, gratitude, and connection, and woven between them, cruelty. I cried more times than I can count, asking, Why? I’m only trying to remind people they matter.
Then, in 2023, hackers took my page. Despite countless emails to Facebook, nothing was done. My page, my heart’s work, was taken over and turned into something unrecognizable. For a time, I felt both anger and relief. Relief that I no longer had to face the daily storm of hate. Eventually, I accepted that maybe that chapter had closed, and I was done with social media.
Then, in September 2025, Facebook deleted the hacked page, freeing the name I had once built with so much love. I suddenly had a choice: stay in my resolve that I was finished, or start again from the bottom. Something fierce rose in me. I wasn’t the same person anymore. The years in between had brought pain, growth, and strength. I had walked through fire and come out more sure of who I was. Why should I fear what someone behind a screen thought of me? Their pain and lack of peace weren’t mine to carry.
So I decided to begin again. To build from a stronger foundation. The spirit of the lion within me, the same spirit we all carry, rose up. Like the phoenix from the ashes, I rose. In those years between, I remembered who I was. I healed. I rose.
What I’ve learned is that the point was never about numbers or approval. It was about showing up, even when my hands shook. It was about finding the courage to try again when life whispered, Start over.
We all face those moments when fear, loss, or exhaustion make us wonder if it’s worth it. But every time we throw another dart, we remind life that we’re still here, still willing, still growing.
So wherever you are today, pick up your own dart. Let the spark inside you rise. Try again, not because you know it will work, but because your soul deserves the chance to see what might.
Trust. Believe. Rise.
With love,
Naomi 🤍
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