Threshold came at the point where looking back had stopped being reflective and started feeling heavy.
The year before had asked me to revisit a lot — old moments, old versions of myself, things that needed to be understood before they could be released. There was value in that, but it also kept my gaze turned behind me for longer than I realised. This piece marks the moment I felt ready to turn around. Not because everything was resolved, but because I no longer needed to stay in the dark to prove I had learned from it.
The doorway felt symbolic of that shift. Not a dramatic escape, not a sudden reinvention... just a quiet decision to move toward something lighter. To orient myself toward possibility instead of processing. To let the future pull me forward instead of the past holding me in place.
Threshold feels like the line between two internal seasons — where reflection gives way to intention, and I begin stepping, deliberately, toward who I am becoming.