Your job is not to please the world, it’s to align with your own aliveness. When you follow that thread, even if it looks messy, the path reveals itself under your feet.
"For the Fallen" (1914) by Laurence Binyon. The full stanza reads:
"They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.." 🫡
Every breath is a chance to return. Return to your body. Return to your values. Return to the now. No past version of you defines this one, unless you let it.
Good morning & Happy Sunday!
May the relaxed vibe that's early Sunday morning finds its way through the rest of the week, even if it's just little moments. It's a nice day to S-L-O-W down!
Your expansion will likely upset those attached to your contraction. Let it. You are not responsible for their comfort. You are responsible for your becoming.