420: Full Circle, Full Cycle…

The Last Time 420 Was Easter (2003)

I was 15. An overachiever—varsity sports, first chair flute, always pushing myself to do more, be more. But that spring, a tragic accident nearly took my life.

I’m not going share every detail to continue revisiting the past, but, what matters is: I almost didn’t make it.

After I returned from the hospital, everything changed.
My world flipped.
Almost overnight, I found myself living an entirely opposite life from the one I had known.

Nothing would ever be the same.

Full Circle, Full Cycle

The years that followed weren’t easy.
There was grief, confusion, and a deep sense of loss—not just of what had happened, but of the version of me that once was.

But something else began to grow too. Slowly. Quietly.

I started to see that what happened didn’t just break me—it awakened me.
It cracked open a space I didn’t know existed.
A space where pain and purpose could coexist. Where duality wasn’t something to fear—but something to understand.

Over time, I began to rebuild—not in the image of who I was, but in alignment with who I was becoming.
I found art. I found meaning. I found fragments of beauty in places I used to overlook.
And eventually… I found myself again.

Maybe not the same self.

But one with depth. With vision. With fire.

This 420—A Return, Not a Repeat

Now, 420 falls on Easter again.
The same alignment. The same portal. But this time, I’m not lost in it—I’m standing in it.

Alive. Awake. Creating.

This 420 isn’t just a date on the calendar.
It’s a cosmic callback.
A full circle moment.
A sacred marker of how far I’ve come—from near death to fully living.

I don’t take it lightly that I’m still here. That I get to create. That I get to tell this story—not with sadness, but with sovereignty.

Because resurrection doesn’t always look like a miracle.
Sometimes, it’s just waking up one more day and choosing to try again.

The Art of Becoming

I used to think survival meant just staying alive. But now I know—true survival is becoming.

Becoming who you were always meant to be.

Becoming the artist, the light-bearer, the storykeeper.

Becoming the one who returns—not as they were, but as they are now.

And this time… I return with power.

Not in pieces, but in presence.

If this moved you, you can watch the full story on my TikTok:

[Watch the video here → Watch Full Video on Tiktok]

And if you’ve ever had your own full circle moment, I’d love to hear it. You’re not alone.