Kindness in the Crash

September 23, 2025

I’ve been tired these last couple of days.

The past few weeks were a whirlwind—

life in the best ways,

a weekend of celebration and family.

Now I’m home,

and my body is speaking clearly.

It doesn’t just want extra sleep.

It wants a reset.

A deeper kind of pause.

There is a tide inside me,

pulling, shifting, slowing me down.

Most days it hums like a gentle current.

Some days it crashes like a storm.

And so I rest.

I ride the waves—

let them wash over me,

trusting they’ll carry me

back to shore.

I honor how deeply I’ve been tested this year.

How far I’ve pushed myself.

How much I’ve carried.

The storms that wanted to break me.

I’ve learned to be extra kind on days like these—

extra loving, accepting, nurturing.

Because power isn’t in never faltering.

It’s in embracing my humanity.

It’s in loving myself through the hard days.

The urge to release responsibility will pass.

My sparkle is not gone.

My drive has not disappeared.

They are only resetting.

Yesterday and today are not failures.

They are tides.

And like the sea,

I may ebb,

I may crash—

but I meet myself there

with kindness,

and rise again with the waves.