So today, I’m not burning anything down. I’m just breathing in the same air as my past and noticing I’m still here. Still becoming. Still allowed to take up space — even the messy, contradictory parts.
📷 [photo of a quiet window at golden hour, a single book on the sill, coffee half-drunk] ashley sage ellison
That’s the harder work, I think. Not walking away. Staying soft in the middle of the unraveling. So today, I’m not burning anything down