there’s a rhythm my soul remembers. one that doesn’t hurry past the early morning sun peeking through the blinds, but one that finds solace in seeing the sun as it mets her in rising. i used to chase the idea of peace, but now i simply rest in it.

when you’re in tune with the season you’re in, you’re empowered to focus, finish, and flourish. you’re not distracted by what others are doing or panicked about what hasn’t happened yet. you’re steady. rooted. anchored in now—because when you’re present and discerning, you don’t rush to bloom, beg for more time, or force outcomes.