Now that you've come home to yourself, watch what finds its way to your door. Not everything will arrive at once. Some of what belongs with you is still making its way through the dissolving of what once stood between you and this moment. The bracing. The holding. The places inside that learned to guard before they could feel. They are softening. Not because you forced them. Your self-compassion made it safe enough to let go. You do not have to be fully unburdened to be in alignment. You only have to be honestly in motion. And you are. What naturally belongs with you will not arrive to meet who you were performing. It will not require that everything be resolved. It will meet what is most true in you now. And as the last of what you've carried continues to dissolve, quietly and in its own time, what belongs will recognize you even through the unfolding. It was never waiting for perfect. It was waiting for real.