meet me at golden hour

by Jennae Cecelia

when you let go of the idea that you need to do things in a way to please other people, you find freedom to be yourself.

would i be there for myself if i fall?

you don’t need a new year to start over. to become what you’ve wanted to be. to go after that dream. there is march and april. there is october and november. or any month in-between. don’t feel like you missed your shot. waiting until january is mainstream.

i know the winters bring days that turn dark too soon, but even the sun needs rest too. it’s hard to always be the light for everyone while also being it for you.

today i’ll pick up my home. clean the corners of her i’ve never seen. take inventory of what she needs. make her feel whole again. apologize for the lack of effort. but i know she is forgiving, because she’s the only one who understands just how hard i’m trying even on the days when it feels like i don’t care at all.

i’ll never quite understand how rain can fall while the sun is out. all i can guess is that it’s the earth’s way of showing us how it feels to heal through pain. that sadness can be met with hopefulness and that’s more than ok.