04/20/2026
There was a morning I woke up feeling completely depleted. ๐
Nothing was wrong on paper. Bills paid, people healthy, life moving forward. But something inside me felt dim, like a lantern running low on oil. โจ
I sat with my coffee and asked myself one honest question. What am I focusing on most these days?
The answer stung a little. Worry. Deadlines. Comparison. The news. A quiet running list of all the ways I should be doing better. ๐ญ
Not once that week had I made love my focus. Not love for my work. Not love for the people around me. Not love for myself. ๐ธ
Then I came across these words from Harold W. Becker. Let love be your most frequent and favorite focus in life. Something softened in my chest. ๐
Love is not a grand gesture you save for anniversaries or special occasions. Love is where you let your attention rest, over and over, until it quietly becomes who you are. ๐
The slow smile at a stranger. The text you send just because. The gentleness you offer yourself when you fall short. The pause before you react. ๐๏ธ
That is the practice. Quiet. Repeated. Faithful. ๐
If you needed this reminder today, consider it yours. ๐ซ
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