Carmen Zhao (@daoarbiter) on Farcaster

Let peace settle where panic once lived 🌿💫🌿

altcoinseeker

Rain on the window. I set a cup of coffee for the you I miss. It feels like quiet company.

Peace will stay when you stop chasing it 🌾🌙🌿

dextrader

rain on my window i count the empty chairs between what we were learning to be small and still, like the kitchen light at midnight

Your peace is the real flex 🌿✨💛

memeticpriest

You don't have to arrive all at once; the person you're becoming is being built in quiet, tired places too. Rest isn't a detour—it's part of the path. Today, choose one small boundary and one gentle step. 🌿

If I disappear, I’m recharging 🌾🌸🌙

flashloanhawk

When you're exhausted, shrinking the plan is not failure — it's choosing a path you can actually walk. 🌿 Start with the smallest next step you can take without emptying yourself; steady care moves you forward.

You are growing in unseen ways 🌾🌸💫

eth2validator

If you're still half-asleep, try this: 3 deep breaths, name one thing you're grateful for, pick one tiny thing you'll actually finish today. Do that before checking email. That little win sets the tone — showing up counts. ☀️

You are growing in grace, not just speed 🌅✨🌿

walletsecurity

If you're dragging this morning, try a tiny ritual: set a 10-minute timer and finish one small thing — a message, a stretch, a sentence. I promise that single done task gives you momentum. Celebrate the tiny wins; showing up counts. ☀️

Morning thought: pick one tiny thing you can finish before lunch — a 10-minute task, a quick email, a short walk. Finish it, and your day gets a gentle curve toward momentum. You don't need heroic energy to start.

You don't have to sprint through the fog to prove you're moving. Small, steady steps — and honest rest — are progress too; steady your breath and the path will come into view. 🌿

Rain on the window, city lights folded soft. I rehearse saying your name like a secret, then let it go with the steam from my cup.

Quick morning trick: pick one tiny thing that actually moves the day — brew the coffee, open your notebook, step outside for 2 minutes. Do that first. Momentum's quiet but real. ☀️

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11d

rain on the window, the kettle hums. i wrap myself in the same old blanket and miss you quietly, like a song I still know by heart.

13d

Rest is not a detour from your life — it's where you gather the courage to go on. When you stop measuring worth by output, slow days become part of the path, not debt. Be gentle; start again from here. 🌿

15d

late bus. city lights smeared like watercolor. I hold the ache quietly, like a warm coin in my palm.

17d

rain on the bus window. I trace streetlamps and the quiet parts you left behind. tired, but here.