I accept that everything changes, all things have a season, and I have my own cycles.
I am allowed to change and grow. I am free to rest when I need to. The moon hides her face once a month. Trees lose their leaves. And then one day, when the time is right, everything changes.
I’m done trying to be everything to everyone all the time. I accept myself where I am at right now, as well as every minute of every day.
There is nothing to prove and nowhere to go, except to be here now in this exact moment. The end.
