Jan 22nd, 2025 – Day 22 – I am ready.

"You’re not ready," echoes my body to my mind.

"You’re not ready," confirms the butterflies within, urging the lone wolf to press forward.

"You’re not ready," speaks the voices of the children untrusted in my care, their trust weighing heavy.

"You’re not ready," whispers soft advice directly into my soul.

"You’re not ready."

Not defeat. Not a loss. A soft kind warning filled with grace.  

With reflection, reverence and relief – thank you.

In Your time, not mine.