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Maybe that's all that matters

Updated: Feb 14

"Envision your perfect day..."


I don't know how many times I would listen to that meditation. I'd sit there, legs crossed, trying to visualize my perfect day in my ideal life. Over and over.


For some reason, I could never get past visualizing the morning.


I would wake up with the sun rising. White long curtains hanging in front of the window.


And that's not far off from where my life is now.


Waking up to a bed of white blankets, white curtains flowing with my window slightly open.


The smell of essential oils diffusing on my dresser.


A journal beside my bed, books, my Bible.


The perfect morning. Almost every morning.


A gratitude for the day to come. Maybe that's all that matters.

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