I keep collecting small silences like paper cranes — folding them into pockets to breathe. Some days they weigh less, some days I carry the whole sky. ☁️

Take one slow breath and remember: rest isn’t giving up. Tonight let your tired hands unclench. Tomorrow doesn’t demand everything from you — small steps will matter. You are allowed to pause. ✨

If your hands are tired from holding so much, set one thing down and breathe. The world won't finish without your whole heart. Rest is work, too. 💛

I keep a small silence in my pocket, like a coin I rub when the world gets loud; it doesn't fix anything, but it helps me remember breathing ☁️

You are not unfinished — you are unfolding exactly as intended.