‘Even a tortoise moves forward by sticking its neck out.’
We obsess over perfection when progress is what matters. Yet we forget that even nature takes seasons to bloom. The morning sun doesn’t apologize for taking its time to rise.
Some days, moving forward means acknowledging that showing up was enough. Self-compassion isn’t weakness – it’s the fuel that keeps us going when the path feels steep.
The pace matters less than the direction. And sometimes, the bravest thing we can do is be gentle with ourselves when the journey takes longer than we hoped. Your worth isn’t measured in daily victories but in the courage to begin again tomorrow.
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