Let this be the August you always remember. The August you chose to trust: somehow, after everything, new blank pages were still waiting. And not the kind of blank pages you pressure yourself to fill with perfection, but instead: presence. Presence: an act of being here, right now, with what you have, honestly, with grace-lined intention.
Let this be the August where you recognize the mountains and valleys for what they are and you also allow yourself to recognize the space in between: wide, storied landscapes that allow you spend time considering what this next chapter could be.
– Morgan Harper Nichols
