Epiphany
I didn’t crash. I didn’t burn out.I just… sat down.
Life didn’t ask me—life told me.
Spirit hit the brakes when I refused to. Not as punishment, but as preservation.
At first, I didn’t understand it. I thought the pause meant I was falling behind. But what I realize now is this: I wasn’t being stopped. I was being saved—from running on fumes, from chasing things that didn’t feed me, from confusing movement with meaning.
That pause? It was sacred.
When I finally sat down, I met the version of myself I’d been too busy to acknowledge. She was tired but wise. Soft but strong. Ready to hear what clarity had been whispering beneath the noise all along.
We think revelation comes in loud flashes and big signs.
But most of the time, it shows up when we’re still.
When we surrender the hustle.
When we breathe.
So no, sitting down isn’t failure.
It’s faith.
It’s freedom.
It’s a return.
To yourself.
To alignment.
To truth.
💬 Call to Action
If you’re reading this, take it as your sign:
Sit down. Breathe. Let it catch up to you.
📝 Journal prompt:
What has clarity been trying to tell me—now that I’m finally still enough to hear it? Are you listening, what do you hear?
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