For All That Makes Us Whole
You find mornings that feel like a soft beginning, where the sun paints your room with gold and you let yourself breathe before the day rushes in.
I hope you read books that make you forget time, stories that make you laugh, weep, or call a good friend to say, “Have a look at this.”
I hope you take walks, not just to get somewhere, but to feel the earth beneath you, to notice how the sky so wistfully changes, and how the air smells after rain.
I hope you say no when you need to, and yes when it matters - to dancing, to resting, to a conversation that lasts until the very stars above fade.
I hope you eat meals that taste like love, whether shared with others or made just for yourself, because you deserve to savour the moment.
I hope you rediscover music that makes you close your eyes and hum, or find a new song that feels like it knows you already.
I hope you remember to stretch, to stand tall, to let your shoulders drop the weight of things you were never meant to carry.
I hope you forgive yourself for the days you felt too tired to do it all, and recognise the quiet yet uplifting courage of trying again.
I hope you feel alive even in the smallest of ways: a sip of warm tea, a clean page, a shared glance, a deep sleep.
And most of all, I hope you feel human. Messy, growing, aching, creating..
..and so beautifully alive.
titsay
stormborns
gummygunk
