To the Woman Who Still Believes in More

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They told you to settle.
To stop reaching.
To be grateful for what you have and stop aching for what you don’t.

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But you couldn’t turn it off.
That flicker inside you.
That sacred unrest.
That quiet whisper that says, “There has to be more.”

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More than surviving.
More than pleasing.
More than pushing yourself down just to fit in.

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And they may not understand it.
But you do.

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Because even after the disappointments—
even after the heartbreaks and almosts and slammed doors—
you still believe.

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You still believe in soft landings.
In kind hands.
In sacred timing.
In the possibility of joy that doesn’t come with a price tag.

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This retreat is for you, too.

 

Not because you’re broken.
Not because you’re lost.
But because you’re still longing.

 

And that longing?
It’s not a flaw.
It’s a compass.

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Come join us, wild dreamer.
Come sit by the fire.
Come find your sisters who still believe in more, too.

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Because maybe… just maybe…
you’re not foolish.
You’re just awake.