Today, I pause.

I don’t rush past this moment. I let it arrive exactly as it is—imperfect, real, and enough.

I am grateful for what carried me here:
for the strength I didn’t know I had,
for the lessons that came disguised as loss,
for the truth that eventually surfaced,
and for the resilience that stayed when everything else fell away.

I am grateful for my body, doing its best today.
For my breath, steady and faithful.
For clarity, even when it arrived slowly.
For peace, however small, however new.

I release what I cannot control.
I trust that what is meant for me cannot pass me by.
I choose faith over fear, honesty over illusion, calm over chaos.

Today, I honour how far I’ve come.
Today, I allow myself to hope again.
Today, I am grateful—not because life is perfect,
but because I am still here, still open, still becoming.

And that is enough.