Growth.
I didn’t meditate.
I didn’t journal.
I didn’t drink herbal tea under a tree while breathing like a Buddhist snail.
I just didn’t yell.
That was it. That was the spiritual win.
Because some days, the goal isn’t enlightenment.
It’s containment.
It’s walking away from the moment you would’ve lost it—
and realising later, you didn’t.
Not everything needs to be transformed.
Some things just need to be survived quietly.
If you’re out here managing your chaos with slightly less screaming than usual—
I see you.
You’re doing the work.
Even if it’s not pretty.
Even if it’s in a Corolla on a Tuesday.
—
Amen and keep the windows up.
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