We’ve carried enough.
Held space. Raised voices. Showed up even when we were tired.
But this, this is our time.
Time to rest, and mean it.
To relax without guilt.
To do the things we’ve put off doing because life kept asking us to wait.
This is our time to slow down.
To unwind. To enjoy one another.
To take back our mornings. To breathe through the afternoons. To ease into our evenings.
Not always the voice for others.
Not always the one explaining, defending, performing.
This is the time to dance just because.
To celebrate who we are without an occasion.
To move with freedom. To gather joy.
To eat well, live gently, and be surrounded by the good kind of peace.
We don’t owe the world exhaustion.
We were made for more than survival.
This is our time
To rest.
To feel.
To be.
To be great.
Written with intention. Left here for you.
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