Willing Enough

Not Yet

I don’t want to get up out of bed—

not because I’m broken,

not because the world is cruel,

but because this is the only place

that isn’t asking anything of me.

The ceiling isn’t waiting for answers.

The sheets don’t need explanations.

Here, my breath arrives

without an agenda.

Outside, the day is loud with intention—

do this, be that, hurry, decide.

In here, time loosens its grip

and lets me be unfinished.

My body is tired of performing hope.

My heart is mid-sentence.

There are thoughts still curled up

like cats, not ready to move.

So if I stay a little longer,

it isn’t avoidance.

It’s listening.

It’s letting myself gather

before I carry myself again.

I will rise—

just not yet.

Right now, resting

is the most honest thing I know.

Quiet Readiness

Rest has done its work.

My breath feels steadier now.

The world hasn’t changed,

but I have gathered myself back.

The bed releases me slowly,

as if it understands.

Morning waits without urgency,

holding the door open with light.

I swing my feet toward the floor,

a small, brave act—

not triumph,

just readiness.

I step into the day

the way one steps into water—

carefully,

but willing.

Willing Enough

Nothing has to be proven today.

I am awake.

I am here.

If I move, I move gently.

If I pause, I pause without shame.

Willing is enough.

This is enough.

The day does not demand more of me.

It opens as I do—

step by step,

breath by breath,

honest and unforced.

— Flower InBloom

Flower InBloom is a writer who believes rest is not resistance,

and that presence is a form of courage.

Her work explores truth, tenderness, and the quiet moments

where returning to oneself begins.