LESSONS

Humbled I am by the lessons.
How many times must I learn the same ones?

But maybe that’s the point.
To live and to learn.
To stumble, to begin again.
To meet myself with a little more grace
when things don’t go to plan.

Letting go of the plan.
I think that might be the real work.

Surrendering control.
Softening the grip.
Trusting that not everything is meant to be figured out
before it’s lived.

Allowing each moment
to become a teacher for the next.

And maybe the lesson isn’t about getting it right.
Maybe it’s about learning how to stay open
in the middle of it all.

To keep choosing presence over perfection.
To keep choosing softness over control.