Okay Fine, Let’s Talk About Love
I’m interupting my amazing blog line up to do it: Talk about love!
When I started Grow, Glow & Become, I wasn’t planning to talk about love—especially not singlehood. I had a whole content strategy built around rituals, wellness, and personal growth. Love? That wasn’t the vibe.
But here’s the thing… it kind of is.
Whether I wanted to or not, this part of my story kept showing up—in my journaling, my reflections, my healing. So, I figured I’d give you the backstory. Because if you’ve been reading the blog or following along on Instagram, you’ve probably noticed little love notes to my past (and maybe my future) scattered in between my routines and rituals.
Here’s the truth:
When I got separated almost 7 years ago, I immediately wanted to be in a new relationship. The man I was with used to say, “Single people are losers,” and somewhere deep down, I wanted to prove him wrong. To prove I was lovable. That I was not the problem.
Spoiler alert: That’s not a healthy reason to get into a relationship.
(But hey, we’ve all been there.)
Then one day, I saw that quote—“If you don’t heal what hurt you, you’ll bleed on those who didn’t cut you.”
And it cracked me open.
Maybe, just maybe… love wasn’t something I needed to prove.
Maybe I didn’t need to rush into something new just to feel worthy.
Maybe healing had to come first—not as a punishment, but as protection.
So I started the journey.
I picked up my Moon cycle calendars, poured into my journals, and vowed to never let a man break me the way that one did. Not again. I was done feeling betrayed, abandoned, unlovable. I was determined to find my own worth.
But healing? It’s not linear.
Somewhere in the highs and lows of singlehood, I started losing faith. Not just in men—but in love itself. That’s when my sister sent me a video that shook me to my core. A young woman shared how she’d once felt God ask her, “If I have no one for you, would you still love Me?”
I couldn’t stop thinking about that question.
If God has no one for me, would I still go on?
Would I still find beauty in my life? Still believe in purpose?
At the time… my honest answer was no.
That realization spiraled me hard.
But it also shifted something inside me.
Instead of chasing a relationship like it was my life’s missing piece, I started asking different questions:
What does it mean to truly love myself?
What kind of life would I build if I knew love was inevitable—but not today?
What am I waiting for?
Because here’s the thing: I was under the impression that love would be my reward for healing. That if I did all the right things—journaled enough, glowed enough, forgave enough—I’d finally earn it.
When it didn’t show up, I thought I hadn’t done it right. So I’d go back and try again, work harder, be better, love myself more.
Until I realized:
That’s not love. That’s performance.
And it’s not what I want.
So now? I dance in my kitchen at 6AM while meal prepping.
I dance between sets at the gym.
I tell myself: I am the manifestation.
And yes—I still want a relationship.
But now, I’m no longer shrinking myself to be chosen. I’m building a foundation so solid, no man can shake it.
A guy I crushed on has a girlfriend? Cool.
Someone I was dating turns hot-and-cold? Bye.
I used to think love was the finish line. Now I know it’s a part of the journey—not the prize at the end.
So to anyone who’s ever been told “just love yourself first”—I get the eye-roll. That phrase is usually tossed around like a band-aid.
But here’s what I’ve learned:
Loving yourself isn’t a prerequisite to finding love.
Some people meet their person before doing any healing.
And others, like me, are called to build their own roots first.
Whichever path is yours—it’s valid.
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Over to you, babe:
If certain words in this blog popped out at you, let me say them louder:
This is NOT about you not being worthy of your dreams.
It’s about not waiting for them to show up to start living.
Love. Your dream job. Moving abroad.
DREAM BIG—and then dream even bigger, darling.
Because you’re not behind. You’re just on your own wildly beautiful path.
Coffee cheers,
Nadia