Comfort comes in many forms for me, but recently I’ve been turning to one thing more often. Myself. That inner voice.
I find her in silence. In meditation, in journaling, in tarot, oracle, and empowerment cards.
She comes to me when I allow myself to enjoy things. Cups of tea, music that gets me grooving, playing with my voice and my movements, making myself look nice.
My inner voice comforts me because she tells me I’m strong. She tells me that good things are here and more are on their way. She tells me that everything will be okay. And, wow, I believe her. That’s the amount of comfort she gives — that I actually believe my inner voice.
