Seasons of Becoming

You were never meant to bloom all year long. There are seasons when your only

job is to rest. Let old parts fall away like autumn leaves.

Nature doesn't apologize for her winters, and neither should you. Your growth isn't

linear. The river carves its path slowly. You're exactly where you need to

be. Healing is messy, but you deserve gentleness. You're not falling

behind. You're becoming.