There is a phrase that has been echoing in my chest lately. It’s not loud. It’s not a victory chant or a social media caption. It’s softer than that. It’s a whisper of relief.
For a long time, I didn’t know what that meant. I thought "feeling yourself" meant confidence—walking into a room like you own it, posting a fire selfie, getting that promotion. And sure, that’s a version of it. But the real thing? The IFM of it all? It’s much quieter. i feel myself ifm
At first, the answers were terrifying. “I don’t know” was the reply to almost everything. But slowly, softly, preferences emerged. A love for rainy afternoons and thick sweaters. A distaste for small talk that drains my soul. A weird, nerdy passion for the way light hits water. There is a phrase that has been echoing in my chest lately
That’s the first breath of IFM.
April 14, 2026