True Story:
After everything, I was ready to close the chapter.
Too tired. Too hurt. Too uncertain.
But then something stirred, a quiet reminder of who I was before the weariness set in.
That day, I said yes again.
Not because everything was perfect, but because I had grown.
I was stronger. Wiser. Softer too.
And I realised… I still had something beautiful to give.
Saying yes again wasn’t a weakness. It was bravery.
Reflection:
- What dream or calling have you been afraid to revisit?
- What would saying yes again look like now?
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