Day Two: Safe.
We’re all looking for home.
Not a house. Not a someday place. But that deep-down sense that we’re safe enough to exhale. To stop performing. To be seen. Really seen. And, still loved.
Home isn’t out there. It’s not a zip code or a future version of you with fewer flaws and more answers.
Home is presence. It's a quiet knowing, right here in your own skin, that you’re okay. That you’re enough. That you don’t have to prove your worth to belong.
The moment you feel safe, truly safe, that’s love. And not the kind that has to be earned or chased. The kind that starts inside. The kind that stays when the lights go out. The kind that quietly whispers: you’re already home.
So stop running. You’re not lost. You’re not behind.
You’re here.
You’re safe.
You’re loved.
And, you belong.
Mantra / Prayer:
I am already home. It’s good to be me.
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Steve Knox | Las Cruces, New Mexico