Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind.

Each day greets me differently.

Some arrive with light—

a milestone met, a glimpse of purpose,

a moment where I feel aligned, steady, seen.

And then there are the quieter days.

Where joy slips behind the clouds

and I can’t quite name the ache—

only that it’s real,

and that it asks to be honored, too.

Why do we expect so much from ourselves?

Who taught us that being human wasn’t enough?

That we must become more—

do more, give more, rise higher

even when our spirit just wants rest?

I used to say expectation is the seed of disappointment.

And maybe that’s true.

But what is life without the hope of fulfillment?

Without the sacred ache to feel met—

not just by others,

but by our own hearts?

I know now: no one can fill what only the soul is meant to carry.

But still,

I long to receive what I so freely give.

So today, I choose grace.

Soft, unrushed, tender grace.

I give myself permission to simply be—

and I offer the same to you.

You don’t need to earn rest.

You don’t need to be more.

You’re already here.

That’s enough for today.

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