At least you showed up authentically. At least you moved with honesty. At least you were direct with how you felt. At least you communicated openly and maturely. At least you tried. At least you never reciprocated their cruel behaviour. Your actions are a reflection of you.
you’ve worked too hard turning your wounds into gold for you to let anyone with unhealed hands hold you. may access to you be unlocked by those who know how to swim in your waves, because they’ve spent time diving into their own depths to understand self-love.
october, magnetize my intentions and repel anything that blurs the vision of where i’m headed. deepen trust in my own timing and keep me patient as seeds i planted take root. hold my heart softly if doubt ever visits and remind me that in every quiet season there is still growth.
you’re too boundless to be contrasting your path with anyone else’s. there are no limits to what is meant to bloom in your season and every delay is only preparing your hands to receive the harvest you deserve.