Your crown is not just a symbol — it is your sacred inheritance. It can be tall or small, heavy with the weight of your life’s lessons or light with the freedom of release. It may be made of gold, silver, flowers, beads, or dreams. The shape and size don’t matter — what matters is your awareness of it. Your knowing that it sits upon your head because you are divine. Your understanding that this crown is both a blessing and a responsibility — a daily reminder to nurture yourself, to grow, and to become.
Becoming is not something that happens by accident. If you leave it up to the world, it will try to mold you into something that fits its narrow story. But becoming must be your idea — your choice — your vision. Because when you choose it, you step into the role of conductor for your own train. You determine the direction, the pace, and the stops along the way.
The process of becoming is not without its aches. There is pain in growth, just as there is joy in the unfolding. But these are the sacred aches that shape you, that stretch you toward your fullest self. They are proof that you are alive, that you are reaching for something bigger than where you stand.
Your crown may tilt. It may even fall. But you will straighten it. You may straighten it once a day, or a dozen times. The number doesn’t matter — what matters is that you do it. Because each time you lift your head, adjust your crown, and continue forward, you are becoming again.
This is the joy and the power of being crowned — and becoming.