By now, the laundry cycles were off. The routines a little less tight. No one cared. You played with what you had. The sharpness of April had worn off—but the heart remained.
Buddhism
Perfection fades. What remains is intention.
Daily Takeaway
Let yourself show up imperfect. Late-season effort is its own kind of beauty.
Journal Prompt
Where are you continuing with less than your best—but still showing up?
How does effort shift when the season is long?
Honor the Small.
Respect the Moment.
Trust the Path.
