The little Rituals

There are the little rituals that keep me steady
not perfect, not aesthetic, just real.

Starting my week in the pool,
dragging myself there some days if I’m honest,
moving my body for 30 mins or an hour
not because I feel amazing,
but because I need to.

Coffee after.
Always coffee.
Sitting by the water, trying to slow my head down,
trying to land back in my body.

Being around other women
no gossip, no bullshit, no comparing.
Just real life.
Talking about the chaos, the hard stuff,
the stuff people don’t usually say out loud.

Support without competition.
Advice without judgment.
Just space to be human for a minute.

Then coming home
and actually letting myself stop.
Not earning rest.
Not pushing through.
Just being in the quiet,
in the calm,
in my own space.

It’s not glamorous.
It’s not some perfect routine.
Some days it’s messy, some days I don’t feel like showing up at all.

But these little things
they’re what keep me from completely losing myself.

This is what keeping it together looks like for me right now.