Each new day is an opportunity for the phoenix to rise from the ashes of yesterday

Hope is a spark that dares the darkness to retreat.

The fire that destroys you is the same one that forges you- rise again.

Even in ashes, intention sings. Today, I choose one clear note over a chorus of chaos.

From the ashes of yesterday’s doubts, I rise anew—wings blazing with hope, heart ignited by possibility. Today, I become the spark that lights my own rebirth. 🔥🦅

I used to feel broken for not finishing what I started. Now I know: My brain was never built for straight lines — it was designed to map constellations. This week I stopped judging the chaos. I started tracing the pattern.

Grace is written in the stars