A Letter to Myself: It’s Time to Come Back Home
Hi love, Yes… I’m talking to you. My sweet, tired, endlessly giving self. How have you been? Somewhere between growing up and holding everything together, you got a little lost. You used to laugh louder, breathe deeper, live lighter. You were fun. Carefree. A free spirit. Now you feel older than your age—fragile on some days, angry on others—not because you changed for the worse, but because you forgot to rest. Your mind never stops. What’s pending? What’s for tomorrow’s meal? What about the house, the kids, the work, the never-ending list? Life has become a loop: Think. Plan. Do. Repeat. And in all this… where are you? Who are you beneath the roles you play? What do you need today? How are you, really? You’ve mastered the art of taking care of everyone else. You notice the smallest needs, anticipate problems before they arise, hold space for everyone’s emotions. Somewhere along the way, you stopped offering yourself the same kindness. It’s time to loosen your grip. Not on love—but on ...