Dear universe,
You who holds the oceans and the seasons,
You who turns darkness into dawn without ever forcing it,
I come to you today,
Quietly,
Not with a lot of words and not with a lot of certainty,
Just with this small honest moment.
I'm actually not sure how I got here.
Not lost exactly,
Just still.
Like something in me is waiting for permission to move.
And I'm trying to be okay with that.
I'm trying to trust that stillness isn't the same as failure.
That waiting isn't the same as giving up.
But some days it's hard to tell the difference.
So today I'm asking,
Not for a dramatic shift or for everything to suddenly make sense,
Just for a little softening.
A loosening of whatever has its grip on me.
A quiet reminder that stuck is not the same as stuck forever.
Help me to stop fighting where I am and start listening to it instead.
Because maybe this stillness is trying to tell me something.
Maybe there's something here I haven't seen yet.
Something I needed to slow down enough to find.
Let me be curious about this place instead of afraid of it.
And let me trust that movement is coming.
Not because I forced it,
But because I finally stopped running from that pause.
And until then,
Let me be gentle with myself.
Let me breathe.
Let me remember that even the earth rests before it blooms.
I'm not behind.
I'd like to think that I'm not broken.
I'm just in between.
And that is not a bad place to be still.
