Slow Mornings
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The Weight We Carry: Learning to Rest Before We Break
I’ve spent years carrying weight that wasn’t mine—stress, expectations, unspoken grief, the silent demands of a world that never stops moving. I’ve pushed through exhaustion, convinced that rest was something to be earned rather than something I inherently deserved. But last night, as I lay on the massage table, feeling the deep pressure of hands Continue reading
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Slow Mornings: A Quiet Ritual of Solitude and Reflection
There’s a certain stillness I’ve come to cherish in the early hours of the morning, a time when the world feels paused, and I can exist solely with my thoughts. These slow mornings, spent in the quiet company of Chewy, my little dachshund, have become a vital part of my day. It’s during these precious Continue reading
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