DRIFTING BACK LIKE RIVER FOG

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On a quiet morning, mist rises off the water like a slow exhale, drifting wherever the breeze takes it.

No rushing. No forcing. Just slow, unhurried movement, completely at peace with where it's going.

That's what coming back to yourself feels like.

There are seasons in life where we drift away, from our joy, from our sense of self, from the parts of us that got buried under everything life piled on.

And honestly? That's okay. Life pulls us. We get busy, we get loud, we get lost in the noise of everything and everyone around us.

But here's what's worth remembering, the soul always drifts back.

Just like that river fog, you know how to find your way home.

It happens in the quietest moments.

In a deep breath that finally feels like relief.

In a morning that feels a little lighter than the last.

In that small, familiar feeling that whispers, oh, there I am.

That's not coincidence. That's you, calling yourself back.

So if you've been feeling a little lost, a little disconnected, a little unlike yourself, don't panic.

Don't force it.

Just get still for a moment.

Let yourself drift.

Let the fog do what it does so beautifully.

You're already on your way back.

And when you arrive, you'll find yourself waiting.

You always do.