Drink more. Sleep more. Do more. Be more.
2024 of being all that 2023 couldn’t,
Rushing, blushing, searching for something,
Unsure of what, who and where we should be,
This calamity of January - who said resolutions should be now? When we are so stressed by another year, another start, another ‘new me’ darting, running, learning, becoming.
Just be still.
Have time.
Rest.
Or it will all be over before we’ve even taken a chance to invest.
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Charlotte Eden Morris
Big imagination, happy heart, black and white words.
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