there are some mornings where you wake up already carrying yesterday..
today, please set it all down, the day in front of you doesn’t know who doubted you, it doesn’t know who left, who made you feel like less.. it only knows you’re still here. let that be the first thing you’re proud of….
today’s question is this…
what are you still carrying that was never yours to hold?
and I need you to say this out loud….
i am allowed to begin again, every single morning…
a note from me, once a week: i write these every morning because i needed them once. the free mornings are yours, always. the paid ones are how i keep doing this, and how we go deeper together. if these mornings have meant something, come sit closer.
…there’s a question underneath that first one, the one about who taught you that setting it down meant you didn’t care enough. that’s the one that changes things. it’s below.
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