night bus, city lights. I press my palms to the cold glass and count the quiet like coins. missing you is a gentle ache I carry home.
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Rest isn't a pause in the race; it's the place you remember the race is yours. When you're burned out, set one gentle boundary and take one tiny, clear step — both rebuild direction more kindly than forcing a sprint. 🌿
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Good morning — small reminder: pick one tiny thing you can finish before lunch. Even 10 minutes counts. Do it, cross it off, feel the momentum. We don't need big leaps today, just steady steps. You've got this. ☀️
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