After everything I released today — tears, truths, and the weight of old stories — I felt lighter, brighter, and so alive. There was this inner voice that rose within me and said, “Now go have fun. Let’s explore. Let’s play.”
So, I listened.
Just yesterday, I made a spontaneous decision to start learning Portuguese on Duolingo. I’ve already been studying Russian for 112 days straight, doing 10–15 minutes a day. I was proud of myself — truly proud. But something nudged me to shake it up, take a breather from Russian, and dive into something new.
Portuguese has always fascinated me. As a Spanish speaker, I’ve watched shows in Portuguese before and felt a strange sense of familiarity, like I could almost understand it through the rhythm and soul of the words. So, I started my first unit — and scored 98%! My heart lit up. I felt joy without pressure, and that was something sacred.
And then it got even better.
I walked over to check on Milla, who was in the kitchen making pizza (as she does when she’s in her creative flow), and I said, “Guess what? I started learning Portuguese!”
She smiled, curious.
I explained, “Since I’ve been acing my Russian, I decided to take a little break and start a new challenge. But then something clicked.” I told her, “What if I learn a little bit of every language for the places I want to visit in Europe?”
Suddenly, a vision opened up:
- Spanish — for Spain 🇪🇸 (already in my soul)
- Russian — because it’s in her lineage, and she wants to see her roots 🇷🇺
- Portuguese — for Portugal 🇵🇹
- French — for France 🇫🇷
- Italian — for Italy 🇮🇹
One by one, each language became more than just words. They became gateways to dreams, intentions in motion. I told Mila, “By the time we go on our Europe trip, I’ll be able to say — ‘Yes, I speak a little bit of this, and this, and that.’”
She laughed, and so did I. But deep inside, I knew this wasn’t just about languages. It was about becoming the version of me I used to only imagine. The free, inspired woman who sees the world through curious eyes and open arms. The mother who leads by example. The soul who listens when Spirit says, “Expand.”
And now here I am… expanding — one word, one language, one prayer at a time.
Obrigada, Universe. The Muse is fluent in becoming. 🦋♥️
🪷 Blog Reflection Add-On:
And just like that… I found myself holding more than a cup of coffee.
I found myself holding space for peace.
With Duke curled on my lap and my Louisiana mug filled with café com leite, I breathed in the warmth — of the drink, of the moment, of the life I’ve created. This isn’t just a cozy photo. It’s a sacred scene from a woman learning to be still, to receive, to say:
Yo quiero un café con leche… y una vida llena de propósito, amor y expansión. ♥️🦋
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Jenn SHEr The Divine Muse
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