True self-care is:
Therapy that leaves you raw but better.
It looks less like indulgences and more like alignment.
It is rarely photogenic.
It asks for you to listen for, and move towards, the rhythms that feel like home,.
It’s looking up—up at the open sky, the sun peeking through branches—rather than letting the weight of your to-do list pull your gaze to the pavement.
It’s owning your part in the fragile dance of relationships. Telling someone you’ve hurt, “I am sorry.” Full stop. Not because it’s easy, but because it’s true. “I can do better.” Full stop. Because you mean it.
It’s choosing the joy of the unpolished and unstructured. It’s swimming, eyes wide open, to the bottom of a pool and swirling your body around like you used to as a kid. It’s playing tag instead of doing Orange Theory.
It’s not about chasing perfection but about the wild of becoming.
It’s remembering that “rituals are the formulas by which harmony is restored.” Not rigid routines, but rituals—intentional, sacred, and alive with meaning.
It is the quiet, sacred work of tending to your soul.
So, let 2025 unfold as a love letter to who you are now and to the beauty of who you are becoming.
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