It’s mid June.
Mid-year is where illusions crack.
The goals made in January meet the truth of who you are now.
Some survive.
Most don’t.
That’s okay.
You’re allowed to change your mind.
1
June is a strange month.
Half new, half done.
The year yawns open while quietly reminding you that time doesn’t wait.
2
Seasons don’t ask permission.
They change, regardless of whether you’re ready.
So must you.
3
I always feel more human in June.
Maybe it’s the passing of time.
Or maybe it’s the quiet realization that half the year has passed and I still haven’t said the things that matter.
4
Spring teaches blooming.
Summer teaches being.
Autumn teaches letting go.
Winter teaches stillness.
Whichever the season, you are all of them.
5
June feels like a soft question:
"Are you living the way you hoped you would?"
And every year, I think about this now.
6
There is a softness in June.
Not because everything is perfect, but because you begin to realize you can hold beauty and uncertainty at the same time.
7
There’s something sacred about the in-between.
June isn’t quite spring.
Not yet summer.
It reminds me, you don’t have to be fully formed to be fully alive.
8
June feels like a second chance.
The year isn’t new anymore, but it’s not over either.
There’s still time to begin again.
Quietly.
Deliberately.
Now.
Thanks for reading!