What if the weight we carry isn’t the past itself, but the story we keep telling about it? A belief — maybe from years ago, maybe just yesterday — that no longer serves who we are becoming. The beauty is, we have the power to clear space within. To release what no longer fits. Life will always hold highs and lows, love and loss, remembering and forgetting. But even in the mess, there is breath. There is beauty. There is the choice to soften. 🙏🏻🤍