02/02/2026
Lately, I’ve been catching myself sitting in the what ifs… but the heavy ones.
What if it’s hard?
What if it doesn’t work?
What if I’m too tired, too late, too much, or not enough?
And then I saw this:
“What if it turns out better than you imagined?”
And it stopped me in my tracks.
Because truthfully, this season of my life has been about unlearning the habit of bracing for impact. I’ve spent years surviving, holding things together, doing what needed to be done — and somewhere along the way, I forgot that I’m allowed to hope softly again. Not wildly. Not recklessly. Just gently.
This week, I’m choosing to believe that things don’t always have to fall apart before they come together. That healing can be quiet. That growth doesn’t always announce itself loudly. That joy can arrive without permission.
So if you’re standing at the edge of something new, something tender, or something unknown — maybe this is your reminder too.
What if it turns out better than you imagined?
I’m wishing you that kind of week 🩷
Thanks Butterflies and Pebbles for the inspiration x