This is for those of us, who are sometimes too hard on ourselves and are learning to be a little more internally loving.
Self grace is not the absence of correction, it’s the presence of care.
I’m learning to meet myself where I falter,
Not with fury, but with softness.
As I recognize the areas I have been internally harsh, I fix them.
It’s like a bad weed, roots threading through memories, twisting under old beliefs, pushing through cracks I didn’t know were there.
But I no longer yank them out in anger.
I dig slowly.
I breathe deeply.
I tend to the soil of my soul so something better can grow, and keep aiming always upward.