LAYERED NOT LOST

I affirm that I am allowed to return to myself—

not as an apology, not as a retreat, but as a remembering.

I release the belief that I must earn rest by exhaustion,

that grounding comes only after everything is finished,

that presence is a luxury reserved for quieter seasons.

I remember who I am beneath the noise,

beneath the deadlines that pull me forward,

beneath the expectations that ask me to perform instead of inhabit my life.

I am not lost.

I am layered.

And today, I gently peel back what is not mine to carry.

My body knows the language of safety.

It responds when I choose nourishment over numbness,

when I choose rhythm over rush,

when I listen instead of override.

I trust that reconnecting with myself restores what urgency steals—

clarity, steadiness, intuition, and power that does not need to shout.

I move today from wholeness, not hurry.

From alignment, not pressure.

From presence, not proving.

I let myself arrive fully where my feet already are.

I come home to myself—

and in that return, nothing more is required.