06/24/2024
Some days I am a queen, clothed in robes of sun-gold confidence, walking with steps that resonate like thunder, echoing off the mountains of my ambitions. 👑
But other mornings, I wake to find those robes too heavy, the crown an uncomfortable weight on a bowed head, the echo of thunder sounding more like the distant rumble of an uncertain storm. ⛈️
Isn’t it strange, how the mirror shows the same face but tells a different story each day? It’s like flipping through pages of a book written in a language I only *sometimes* understand.
And I wonder, in those moments of grey introspection, about worth. Not the kind counted in accolades or the weight of a bank account, but the subtle, soft worth felt in the soul. 🐚
It’s fleeting, flitting between shadows and sunlight, seen out of the corner of an eye, and then vanishing the moment you turn to look straight at it.
Our worth isn’t a static, unchanging thing. It breathes, it evolves, it dips and rises like the chest of a sleeping child—natural, unaffected, real.
We chart courses through both stormy and calm seas, and if some days our hands tremble at the helm, well, isn’t that just part of the journey?
The map isn’t always clear, the stars sometimes obscured, and if we drift a bit, if we lose the wind, it doesn’t mean we are lost forever.
Maybe those moments of doubt, of feeling less-than, are simply reminders to steer with gentleness, to correct our course with soft hands and an open heart.
Every hero’s tale has its valleys, its nights when the moon is clouded over and the path uncertain.
And yet, morning comes…inevitably 🐚🫶🏽✨💕👑🖤⚡️⛈️