What my body was truly telling me…

For years I measured my body by everything it couldn’t do.

The hills it couldn’t climb.

The strength it didn’t have.

The energy it couldn’t find.

But lately… I’ve been noticing something different.

The way it feels when the warmth of the morning sun touches my face.

The way my whole body softens when Whiskey curls up in my arms.

The way time almost stops when Jason’s lips meet mine.

The way I still get to sit with beautiful people and hold space for their transformation.

Maybe my body was never asking me to keep score of what I’d lost.

Maybe it was asking me to notice what it has been carrying me towards.

Maybe it was quietly asking me to notice what was still here.

And today…

That feels like enough.

🤍🐾