midway
what it feels like to pause halfway through a life built on effort, and choose something gentler.
halfway here, i turned around afraid of what i’d see. the path behind me was built with effort, not ease. i lived with direction. with grit. always arriving. but not at joy. my inner child is tired. she wants mornings without armor. so i offer her this: a pause, a promise, a way forward that feels like light.
