I honor my body, my pace, and my humanity.
Today, I release the need to push, prove, or perform.
I acknowledge that life has been heavy, that my body carries chronic pain, and that the rhythm of go, go, go has taken its toll. And still—I am here. And that is not small.
I give thanks for the little things—the quiet mercies, the unseen supports, the moments of grace that did not require effort from me. I honor them as holy gifts, arriving exactly as they are.
Today, I allow myself to be human. I do not demand perfection or strength from myself. I recognize that letting go of “holding it together” is a work in progress—and that progress does not need to be rushed to be valid.
I listen to my body with compassion. I offer it rest, warmth, quiet, and reassurance. I choose to believe that tending to my body is not a delay in purpose, but an act of wisdom and love.
And if I do nothing else today, this day is still worthy—
because I allowed myself to be okay.
Because I chose grace over guilt.
Because I let this be enough.
Love and light to all… and so it is.
Rev. Angela July
Still I Rise Ministries