I Lit a Candle, Took a Breath
and My Energy Shifted
It wasn’t some elaborate ritual. No silk robes. No chanting under the moonlight. No perfectly curated playlist.
It was just me. A single candle. Three slow breaths.
And in that small pause, my energy shifted. My shoulders dropped. My jaw unclenched. The static of “I still have 27 things to do” quieted just enough for m…
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