Before the titles. Before the deadlines. Before the expectations.
There was a woman who made things just because.
Maybe she colored. Maybe she wrote in journals. Maybe she built things with her hands. Maybe she danced in the kitchen. Maybe she collected leaves, or shells, or words.
She didn't ask permission. She didn't measure her worth by the outcome. She just... made- that was ME
This week's gentle prompt:
Take five minutes. Open your journal. Write to her.
Ask her:✨ What did you love?✨
When did you go quiet?✨
What do you want me to know now?
Then, do one thing she loved. Just one. Let her lead.
Share in the comments: What did you do? Or just share one word for how it felt to let her out.
I'll go first in the comments.