The homesickness we're not supposed to admit

There’s a tug in the chest I can’t ignore.
A hum just beneath the surface that whispers
There’s more. You know there’s more.

Not more hustle.
Not more strategy.
Not more to prove.

But more… aliveness.
More truth.
More of me.

And the thing is
I don’t even know exactly what this “more” is.

It’s not a goal I can tick off a list.
It’s not something I can manifest by writing it 55 times in a journal.

It’s a feeling.
A longing.
A pull I can’t quite put words around.

Like a homesickness for a home I’ve never known.
Familiar and foreign all at once.

Like some part of me remembers a version of life that feels slower, softer, deeper…
And she’s asking me to find my way back to it.

For a long time, I made myself wrong for feeling this way.

I’d look around at everything I had
love, work, family, a life that looked “full”
and still feel that quiet hum of restlessness underneath it all.

I thought I was ungrateful.
Or broken.
Or maybe just too much.

But here’s what I’ve come to know in my bones
You can be wildly in love with your life and still ache for more.

You can be grateful and still feel the stirrings of something unnamed.
You get to hold both.

Something I’ve come to know is that ache
is not something to fix.

It’s my soul calling me deeper.
It’s the invitation that comes just before the next unfolding.
It’s a sign that I’ve outgrown another layer.

It’s the part of me that refuses to settle for “fine”
when I came here for soul-full.

And maybe… you’ve been feeling it too.

That quiet ache for something more honest.
More connected.
More you.

Not because your life isn’t beautiful
but because your soul is whispering,
We’re not done yet.

There’s more truth to taste.
More depth to sink into.
More of your own magic waiting to be remembered.

I don’t know what your “more” looks like.
But I know this…

You’re not broken for longing.
You’re not lost.
You’re just being called home.

Tell me, my love…
Are you feeling it too?
That soul-deep hum?
That ache that feels like longing for a place your body has never stood,
but your soul somehow remembers?

I’d love to know what “more” is calling you right now.
Reply, comment, or whisper it back in your own way.

You’re not alone in this. I’m right here, walking beside you.