If you noticed I didn’t post a second time last week… you’re not wrong.
After last week’s love letter to wellness, I was really turning a corner. Rituals? Check. Mindset? Reset. I was convinced I was entering my healed era. But just when I thought I’d made it through, Thursday came in hot with a cosmic joke.
After long day, but not a bad one— I came home to write my second post. I walked through my front door, reached for the light switch… and knocked my “peace” off the wall. Literally. Frame shattered. Glass everywhere. Blood rolling down my heel, because, of course it was.
You can’t make this shit up
I stood there — barefoot, bleeding, surrounded by my broken peace — and I did something that felt small, but wasn’t. I took a deep breath, cleaned up the glass, bandaged my foot, and told myself:
“It’s time to go to bed.”
Not push through.
Not burn the midnight oil.
Just… rest.
For someone like me — a lifelong pusher, perfectionist, overachiever — that moment was the win.
So I’m here to remind you to take the win. Even if it’s not flashy. Even if it’s not finished. Even if it’s just the choice to show up gently when you usually go hard. Growth doesn’t always look like a grand reveal. Sometimes, it’s just a quiet moment where you treat yourself with care instead of criticism. Sometimes, it’s going to sleep without solving it all. Because there is always tomorrow.
Take the win.
Cheers to a new week!!
Xx, K