Why Paris Keeps Calling Me
The idea of Paris hit me like a ton of bricks.
Not in a romantic way — in a visceral one.
The things I felt I would accomplish there. Glimpses of the connections I would make. The version of myself I could almost see, but not yet touch.
At one point, it felt heavy.
I didn’t know if I was ready.
And then a time came that showed me I wasn’t.
When Everything Began to Change
That moment marked the beginning of a deeper shift.
Life started to slow down. The journey inward had already begun, even if I didn’t yet have language for it.
I made promises — and overdelivered. I poured myself into the work, not from resonance, but from the idea of being recognized. From wanting people to know it was me. From believing that if they saw what I could do, then they would finally believe me.
That I was just as valuable.
Just as talented.
Just as worthy of being on the inside as the people I thought already were.
A lot of it was proof — not just to others, but to myself. Proof that I belonged. Proof that my voice deserved space.
But I was trying to be heard before I had truly listened to myself.
Before I had taken the time to sit with my why — and who I actually am.
The Stop
Eventually, everything stopped.
And I mean everything.
What was left was just me.
No noise. No momentum. No external validation to hide behind. Just the desire to truly find myself beneath all of it — to cut through the noise and take deliberate notice of my own perceived perceptions.
My beliefs about myself.
My assumptions about my value.
My relationship to the work.
I had to stop and question everything.
Did I still belong in this industry?
Why was I building the way I was building?
Who was I doing it for?
And one day — quietly, without drama — the answers came.
Liminal Space
Now I find myself in liminality.
I can see all the spaces that have been left empty. I’m standing in the clearing of my old self — not rushing to fill it, not trying to define it too quickly.
Just existing as I become.
That’s what Paris represents to me now.
Not escape.
Not validation.
But alignment.
Paris has been calling because it speaks the same language I’ve been learning to live by — patience, intention, restraint, and trust in timing.
This return isn’t about proving anything.
It’s about meeting myself where I actually am.
And this time, I’m ready to answer — not with urgency, but with intention.
With resonance,
Prophecy Brand
REVELATION. RESONANCE. LEGACY.
ANTICIPATION, LIMINALITY, OR ARRIVAL — WHAT VERSION OF YOURSELF ARE YOU PREPARING TO MEET?
