RETURN TO SELF

I affirm that I am allowed to return to myself.

Not because I’ve finished everything,

not because the list is cleared,

not because I proved my worth through exhaustion —

but because I never actually left.

I do not need to earn rest.

Rest is not a reward at the end of the day;

it is the ground beneath my feet.

Presence is not something I achieve —

it is something I remember.

I release the belief that urgency equals importance.

I loosen my grip on the noise, the deadlines,

the invisible pressure to keep up, keep proving, keep moving.

I step out of the current long enough to feel my own breath again.

My body knows when I choose nourishment over depletion.

It recognizes safety when I slow my pace,

when I soften my shoulders,

when I listen instead of push.

Regulation feels like coming back into my skin —

steady, anchored, alive.

I trust that reconnecting with myself restores clarity.

That power does not come from speed,

but from alignment.

That when I am rooted, my decisions grow cleaner,

my boundaries grow clearer,

my next step reveals itself without force.

Today, I move from wholeness — not hurry.

I move like someone who belongs to herself.

I let my attention settle where it can breathe.

I let my nervous system remember what peace feels like.

I come home to myself gently.

I come home without apology.

I come home knowing that nothing essential was ever missing.

And today —

that is enough.