Recalibrating

I woke up in my own house this morning.

The scent of my garden drifting through the air felt grounding, familiar, steady, safe.

Yesterday reminded me that progress is rarely linear.

Two steps forward, one step back.

Work was difficult. Home felt heavy. My energy was unsettled, and everything seemed to amplify from there.

Workplace bias added a layer of strain that sat with me longer than I expected.

I chose to come home for the night.

That choice, simple as it was, filled me with gratitude.

Not everyone has that option. Many carers around the world live in a constant state of responsibility, no break, no relief, no pause from the illness they support.

The weight they carry is relentless.

This journey is long. I am learning that it is not about controlling the length of it, but about how I meet each day within it.

Patience does not come naturally to me.

I have a temper.

I feel things deeply and react quickly. But I am beginning to understand that mindfulness is not about perfection, it is about awareness.

It is about catching myself, recalibrating, and choosing again.

Today feels like a reset.

A conscious return to gratitude.

A deliberate choice toward positivity.

Not because everything is easy, but because perspective is powerful.

Gratefulness and Positivity are the intentions of the day.