may, serenade my senses and sharpen my softness. feed me the discernment to spot energy traps and enough love for myself not to fall into them. let me move at the pace of my own peace without stopping my dance for those who can’t handle the rhythm of my progression. be bountiful.
No one tells you how hard it is to rewire your brain to allow amazing things to happen after experiencing trauma or pain. Blessings exist, good people exist, and a softer life exists. Let it happen.