A diary entry I never planned to post šŸ·

When the soul whispers... are you listening?

Happy Friday! Just me again… šŸ˜„ 

I was going through my notes app the other day, and I found something I wrote back in February while I was in the Maldives.

It was never meant to be shared — more of a private journal entry than anything else. But re-reading it now, I realised how many of us might be feeling a similar shift. A quiet inner nudge. A sense that something’s changing — or wants to.

So, I’m sharing it here. Not because I have all the answers yet, but because this moment felt real. Unfiltered. And maybe something in it resonates with where you’re at too.

Here it is, exactly as I wrote it:

Maldives | February

Escaping the city, the intensity, the rushing, the tense energy and putting yourself on a remote tropical island, with the only sounds being the birds and the ocean is a unique beautiful feeling. One that is so captivating, it’s hard to leave.

This trip was very spontaneous, there wasn’t any deep planning involved, I just woke up one morning in January and felt a desire to be here. I’ve always operated this way when it comes to travelling and it always yields me the greatest feelings of clarity, new perspectives and gratitude.

As the sun sets and the sky turns golden, I lay sat here on the beach, overlooking the calm ocean, I wonder what’s next. I’ll be honest — I’ve been shedding my skin for a while now, yearning for a deeper sense of purpose. It’s a natural process that I’m anxiously tiptoeing down. Am I worthy of more than what meets the eye? Of course I am. But image as a perception is all my self-worth and ego has ever known — and my soul has been starved for too long.

I guess what I’m trying to say is… I’ve enjoyed the ride and I’m grateful for the lessons and experiences. However, my role in this life as what you know it to be now is gradually evolving, and I’m excited to soon give birth to the new projects I’m working on and walk a new path.

Just how I didn’t plan this trip, I didn’t plan writing this. I guess I’m treating it like a diary entry but it got leaked and now you’re reading it. Maybe it’s the wine, oops.

You know, I really appreciate the love and support. I haven’t properly reflected on the fact that I’ve somehow obtained 265 thousand followers. That’s kinda crazy. Let’s take a toast to my ass šŸ· jks. Ok but in all seriousness — thank you. I’m so excited by the literal mountain of content to shift through from this trip. Working with a Fujifilm x100vi has really ignited the artist in me, because it just unlocks so many new depths of colours, tones and perspectives.

Enjoy the view whilst you can. We’re nearly at the end of this one — and when it’s gone, it’s gone. āœŒšŸ¼

Looking back, it still hits.

Not because anything has fully changed yet — I’m still in the process of building, dreaming, laying the foundations for what’s next. But there’s power in being in-between. And if you’re in that space too… wondering what’s next, knowing you’ve outgrown certain parts of your life or work but aren’t quite ready to leap — I see you.

The value is in recognising the whisper.

In allowing it to be heard, even if it’s not acted on yet.

In giving yourself space to question, to want more, and to evolve — even when no one else sees it happening.

So maybe this isn’t just my diary entry. Maybe it’s yours too.

If it is, here’s your reminder:

You’re allowed to shift. Even slowly. Even silently.

With love, expansion, and that salty ocean air,

James