You don’t owe the world your final form.

You are not a finished product.
You are a living thing.

Growing,
unfurling,
shifting shape
in sacred slowness.

Like petals opening to the sun,
you are allowed to reveal yourself

layer by layer,
moment by moment.

Some days, you may be tightly curled.

Others, wide open.
Both are holy.

You don’t need to force your blooming.

You just need to say
yes to wherever you are,
in the unfolding.

That yes is enough.
That yes is everything.