I thought I was ready to push myself toward new beginnings, toward curiosity, toward the East. At the beginning my soul flirted with curiosity, with the promise of something new but all the promises I made at the start of the year seem to have settled down, waiting for gentler weather ... Ater a few days I noticed that I was drifting South instead. Toward rest, comfort, toward softness. Yes, I chose the Southern warmth. Maybe that’s not defeat at all maybe it’s my soul reminding me that softness is its truest compass. #SoulSnippets #earnactivity by
“Waiting for gentler weather” is a whole mood — and the way you let your compass drift South feels like wisdom, not retreat. Softness can be direction. 🧭🔥