Bless you who keep waiting for life to begin
somewhere beyond your calendar,
while all along it has been hiding inside the dishes,
the commute, the conversations between errands,
and the familiar rhythm of coming and going.
May you discover all that is tucked inside your daily life—
the sunlight across the floor, the neighbor who waves,
the short chats with people in line—
the quiet miracles that refuse to wait for vacation.
Bless you when the ordinary
becomes so familiar you can hardly see it,
and may your eyes soften enough to recognize
that wonder has been here all along.
May this season remind you
that the life you have been hoping for
has never been somewhere else;
it has been waiting not for your achievement,
but for your attention.
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