Life moves at your pace, too.
Life moves at your pace, too.
And I need to say that out loud sometimes.
Not the pace of comparison.
Not the pace of pressure.
Not the pace of whoever seems to be “ahead” on social media.
My pace.
The one shaped by healing, faith, grief, growth, and very real nervous system work.
As a therapist, and yes a therapist who also has a therapist, I’ve learned that rushing doesn’t make life unfold faster.
It just makes me miss myself in the process.
God is not tapping His foot waiting for me to catch up.
He’s steady.
He’s patient.
He’s moving with me, not against me.
Some days my pace looks slow.
Some days it looks quiet.
Some days it looks like rest, regulation, and choosing not to force clarity or outcomes.
And that still counts.
You are not behind.
You are not late.
You are not failing because your timeline doesn’t look like theirs.
Monday Blooms.
Life moves at your pace too and God is not anxious about your process.
Save this if you’re learning to honor your timing.
Dee Bloomingmoore 🌺
