Three months after giving birth, my body finally felt like mine again. I could bend, lift, walk, without that careful, guarded feeling. So I did what I always do at the start of a new season. I made a plan. One hour of exercise, every day, nothing intense, just movement, written down, the kind that looks responsible on paper.

I missed it almost immediately.

Not because I didn’t want to move. I did. But between feeding my baby, cooking, and trying to remember if I’d eaten lunch, that one hour sat on my list like a stranger. Something I owed my body, not something we were doing together. Most days I never touched it. I’d tell myself tomorrow, and tomorrow would show up looking exactly like today.

Here’s what I didn’t understand back then. I wasn’t missing exercise. I was missing a rhythm my day could actually hold.

So I started noticing the movement that was already there, unnamed. Walking to the sari-sari store, baby strapped to me, because we’d run out of something for dinner. Morning and afternoon stroller walks, not for fitness, just because a fussy baby settles when the world moves past her. Squatting for toys. Standing at the sink. Folding laundry, hips shifting, because standing still has never suited me. Once in a while, on a morning she slept a little longer, a YouTube walking video, sneakers still on from the school run.

None of it looked like the hour I’d planned. All of it was movement. I just hadn’t been counting it.

I wasn’t missing exercise. I was missing a rhythm my day could actually hold.

I needed a word for what I was noticing, and I kept coming back to alaga, gentle, patient care. Discipline had turned movement into a routine, an hour, no exceptions, something my day had to bend around. Alaga turned it into a rhythm instead, moving with my day rather than against it, the way a walk fits between breastfeeding and breakfast, the way laundry becomes its own small stretch.

That’s the real difference. A routine breaks the first time your day doesn’t cooperate, and with a newborn, it never does. A rhythm just adjusts. It was never separate from my day to begin with. It was already inside it, once I stopped treating movement as a debt and started treating it as one way of caring for the body I actually live in, my katawan.

I still start most mornings the same way, a glass of water, my vitamins, before anyone else needs anything from me. That part hasn’t changed. What changed is everything after it. I stopped asking my body to earn its rest through one perfect hour, and let the small, ordinary work of caring for my child count as care for myself too.

If a habit’s been sitting on your list, Mom, I’m not going to tell you to try harder. I’ll ask something smaller instead. Where is it already hiding inside the day you’re living right now? It might be closer than the hour you keep failing to find.

With love,

Kristen

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Every morning, before anyone else in the house is awake, I do the same small thing. I drink a full glass of water, and I take my supplement. That’s it. No big plan, no hour of quiet meditation I don’t actually have time for. Just water, and one small act of alaga, gentle, patient care, before the day asks anything of me.

I used to think wellness meant one version of doing it right. Wake up early, meditate, journal three pages, exercise, eat clean, be endlessly patient, connect deeply with everyone in your life, all before 8am. I would look at that list, feel exhausted just reading it, and do none of it. Or I’d start strong, last four days, and quietly let it go, the way most habits quietly get let go.

Here’s what I understand now that I didn’t back then. The problem was never the habit. Water is simple. A short walk is simple. The problem was that I had no way to turn a simple habit into something that actually stayed part of my life. I needed a way to hold it, not just a reason to try it.

That’s what the Alaga Lens became for me. Not a new habit to add. A way of looking at any habit I already wanted, water, a walk, a page in a journal, and turning it into a ritual I could keep, not just something I tried for a week and abandoned.

You are a whole self, and also a relational self, connected to your kapwa, the people who hold you and who you hold, and to the environment around you. We do not heal alone. But that doesn’t mean your path looks like anyone else’s. You have your own journey, your own values, your own starting point. What works for me might not be the right first habit for you, and that’s not a problem to solve. That’s just true. The lens stays the same. What you run through it is yours to choose.

Five small movements, one at a time.

Allow Small. You don’t need the big version to start. You need the small version you’ll actually do tomorrow too.

Link to Alaga. A habit tied to guilt fades. A habit tied to care tends to stay.

Add Delight and meaning. The habits that last are the ones that feel good to return to, not just the ones that are good for you.

Grow Into Her. You don’t become her all at once. You grow into her, one small repeated moment at a time.

Progress is not about being perfect. It’s about noticing the small pockets of ginhawa already in your life, and being grateful for them.

Arrange Support. Nothing you build alone survives long. The people and the space around you decide whether a ritual lives or dies.

That’s the lens. Five small movements, and inside each one is a way of turning something you already want to do into something you actually keep doing.

This isn’t a race, and you’re not behind. Life is a journey, not a finish line you’re failing to reach fast enough. You don’t need a new habit today. You need a way to keep the one you already want, and that’s what this lens is for.

Start where you are. Start small. Let it grow into her, the mother who is intentional, present, and living with purpose, one morning at a time.

With love,

Kristen

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I was folding laundry one night, nothing dramatic happening, no fight, no bad news, and I started crying. Not the kind of crying that makes sense. The kind where you stand there holding a small shirt and you cannot explain to yourself why your chest feels like it’s caving in.

I remember thinking, something is wrong with me. I need to fix this.

That word, fix, is where I went wrong for a long time.

Because I am not a faucet with a leak. I am not a system with a bug. I am a person, and that night my body was doing the only thing it knew how to do when nobody had checked on it in a while. It was telling me the truth. I was not broken. I was just not being cared for, not even by myself.

Here is the word I keep coming back to now: alaga. It means gentle, patient, consistent care. The kind you give someone you love, tending to them the way you’d tend to a plant that needs water every day, not once in a while when you remember. We give this so easily to our children. We rock them at 3am without resentment. We notice when they’re off before they even say a word. And somewhere in becoming a mother, we stop believing we deserve that same noticing for ourselves.

I used to think self-care meant fixing everything at once. Eat better, sleep better, be more present, be more connected, be calmer, be more myself, all starting Monday. I would last four days and collapse under the weight of trying to repair my whole life in one attempt. Then I’d feel like I failed, which just proved to me that something really was wrong with me.

But here’s the reframe that changed things. There is no wrong root. Katawan, your body. Diwa, your inner self. Kapwa, your people, your connections. These are not three separate problems to solve. They are three parts of one whole person, and you cannot heal a whole person by attacking all three fronts at the same time. The exhaustion I felt wasn’t from having too much to fix. It was from trying to fix everything together instead of caring for one part at a time.

So I started small. And I started with my body, because that was where the ache was loudest.

I cooked real food again, nothing fancy, just something warm and made at home instead of grabbed on the way to somewhere. I ate slowly, sitting down, actual bites instead of standing at the counter. I walked every day, even just around the block. I journaled, a few lines, whatever was true that day. I let myself take a short course I’d been wanting to take for two years. I let myself plan my future again, slowly, without needing the whole plan figured out at once. And the hardest part, I let trusted people back into my life, because I learned I cannot do any of this alone. Nobody heals in isolation.

None of these were big. None of them fixed me, because I was never broken to begin with.

I don’t need fixing. I just need to give myself, and receive from others, all the alaga my life already deserves.

Mom, if you’re reading this at the end of a long day, wondering what’s wrong with you, I want you to ask a different question. Not what do I need to fix. Ask instead, where do I need alaga the most right now? Is it your body? Your inner self? Your people? You don’t need all the answers tonight. You just need one small ritual, in one place, starting tomorrow morning

With love,

Kristen

For a long time I believed that if I wanted something badly enough, I would just do it. That one good morning with enough motivation would finally make everything click.

So when I kept forgetting the water, skipping the habit, choosing the easier thing and then lying awake thinking about it, I assumed the problem was me. That I just didn’t want it enough.

It wasn’t that. The problem was my environment. And that realization became the foundation of the fifth Daily Ginhawa Principle: Arrange Support.

It has two parts: your environment and your people. And I’ve come to believe both matter more than discipline ever will.

There’s a concept called choice architecture, and the idea is simple but a little humbling: your environment is already making small decisions for you, all day, whether you set it up that way or not. What’s visible, what’s hidden, what’s easy to reach, what takes three extra steps. These quiet details are nudging your behavior constantly, without you noticing.

Your environment is already choosing for you. The question is just whether you chose it first.

I started making tiny changes in my kitchen. I moved my supplement from inside the cabinet to the counter. I left my journal open on the table instead of tucked on a shelf. I put a glass of water on my nightstand before bed so it was the first thing I saw in the morning.

Nothing about any of that felt significant. But I actually started doing the things.

Not because I suddenly found more discipline. But because I stopped making myself work so hard just to begin. When something is easy to start, you need far less motivation to do it. And that small shift changed everything for me.

And motivation, as every tired mother already knows, is not something you can count on every morning.

So you design for the version of you who didn’t sleep well. Who is already running behind. Who has been needed by three people before she’s had a single quiet moment to herself. You set things up so that she can still show up for herself, even then. That’s not laziness. That’s intention.

But the environment is only half of it.

Because we’re not just shaped by our spaces. We’re shaped by our people.

There’s a Filipino word I keep coming back to: saluhan. It comes from salo, which means to catch what is falling. To receive together. Kapwa saluhan tayo. We catch each other.

I think about the friend who texts me when I’ve gone quiet for too long. The mother who shows up with a big smile when she can tell I’m running low. The women who say me too at exactly the right moment. And I think about my daughter, who reminds me every single day that I am someone’s kapwa too. That the way I show up for myself is also the way I show up for her.

These aren’t small gestures at the edges of my story. They are part of the structure of it.

Having people around us doesn’t just make us feel good. It actually helps us keep going. Not because they cheer us on. But because they remind us of who we’re trying to be. We do better together. Not because we can’t do it alone. But because we were never meant to.

I found that in a community I’m grateful I said yes to. A community growing together in their health, their mindset, and their sense of purpose. That’s what kapwa looks like when it’s actually working.

So this is what the fifth principle is really asking of you.

Look at your environment. Where are you working too hard just to do something good for yourself? Make that easier. Move the thing to the counter. Open the notebook. Fill the glass the night before.

And then look at your people. Not to measure whether they’re enough, but to really see them. They are not a bonus to your healing. They are part of it.

And if that support feels thin right now, if you’re reading this thinking I don’t have people like that, I want you to know that building it is not a side task. Community is not something you earn after you’ve healed. It’s part of how healing happens.

You were never supposed to carry this alone. That was never the design.

The habits you arrange will carry you. The people beside you will carry you further.

The habits you arrange will carry you. The people beside you will carry you further.

With love,

Kristen

There was a season when I kept thinking, I should be more than this.

Not in a harsh way. It was more like a quiet nudge that wouldn’t go away. A feeling that there was a version of me I kept putting off.

And the hardest part wasn’t the feeling. It was realizing I wasn’t doing anything about it either.

I told myself: I’m a mom now. Maybe this is just what life looks like for a while.

But even as I said it, I knew I didn’t fully believe it.

I started journaling in my early days of motherhood. Nothing structured, nothing fancy. Just me, a notebook, and whatever came out.

What I found surprised me. I wasn’t lost. I just hadn’t sat down long enough to get honest with myself. I didn’t know, in clear and specific terms, what I actually wanted. What kind of woman I was trying to become. What kind of life I was quietly hoping to build.

The journal didn’t hand me answers. It gave me better questions. And the questions, slowly, gave me direction.

That was the beginning of what I now call the fourth Daily Ginhawa Principle: Grow Into Her.

Not into someone new. Not into the mother you see on someone else’s feed. Into yourself. The woman who already knows what she values, what she’s working toward, what she’s here for.

She’s not far. She’s just been quieted by everything you’ve been carrying.

Here’s what I’ve come to believe: identity isn’t something you either have or you don’t. It’s shaped by what you do repeatedly. By the story you tell yourself about who you are. And when your actions and your story start to match, something settles. Not a loud confidence. Just a quiet, steady one.

That alignment starts small.

When you wake up and take your supplement and move your body a little and sit with something warm and give yourself even five minutes of quiet, you are not just getting through a morning routine. You’re telling yourself something. I am someone who shows up for herself.

Say that enough times with your actions, and you start to believe it. Believe it long enough, and it becomes true.

That’s what made this feel urgent for me, not just as something I wanted for myself, but as something I wanted my daughter to see. Not a perfect mother. Not a woman who has it all figured out. Just a woman who knows what she values and keeps showing up for it, even on the days when it’s just five minutes and a warm drink before the noise starts. If she grows up watching that, she’ll know it’s possible for her too.

And honestly, that woman isn’t someone I’m waiting to become someday. She’s already here, just being uncovered slowly, through the questions I keep asking myself, through the small things I keep choosing, through the ordinary days I’m building into something that actually feels like mine.

So after your ritual today, however small, however imperfect, say this to yourself: I am becoming someone who takes care of herself. Not someday. Right now. Because you just did.

Growing into her isn’t becoming someone new. It’s remembering who you were, returning to what you value, and expanding slowly, one small act at a time.

With love,

Kristen

Here’s something I kept bumping into even after I found my why.

I knew my ritual mattered. I believed in it. I had real reasons for doing it. And still, some mornings, it felt like one more thing on a list that never got shorter. I’d do it, but I wouldn’t look forward to it. And eventually, not dramatically but slowly, I’d start skipping it.

I used to think that meant something was wrong with me. That I just wasn’t disciplined enough. But I don’t think that’s what was happening. I think the ritual was missing something. That’s the third Daily Ginhawa Principle: Add Meaning & Delight.

Not as a reward after the ritual. Inside it. Woven into the doing itself.

Let me tell you what this looked like for me.

Journaling had been on my list for a long time. I knew it helped me. I had my reasons. And still I kept walking away from it, not in one big decision, just slowly and then completely.

Then one night I made myself a cup of tea before I sat down to write. Nothing special. Just something warm in my hands, something that smelled like the end of the day. And something in me settled.

I wasn’t just journaling anymore. I was doing the thing I looked forward to. The tea was mine. The quiet was mine. The page felt worth sitting down for.

I’ve rarely missed it since.

That’s what delight does. It changes the reason you return. Without it, you come back to a ritual because you’re trying to be consistent. With it, you come back because some part of you genuinely wants to. That’s not a small difference. That’s the difference between something that lasts and something that quietly disappears.

We were usually told that if it feels too easy or too enjoyable, it probably doesn’t count. That real self-care is supposed to require effort. But that’s not alaga. Alaga is care. And real, sustainable care for yourself is allowed to feel like something you love. You are not required to suffer through your own self-care.

So look at the rituals you keep abandoning. Not the ones you’ve never tried, the ones you keep starting and quietly walking away from. Ask yourself honestly: is there anything in the doing that you actually enjoy? Or have you built them entirely around what’s good for you, with no room left for what feels good to you?

Those are not the same thing. And they don’t have to be in conflict.

Add the tea. Use the journal you’ve been saving for the right time, this is the right time. Find the part of your day that already holds something beautiful and let your ritual live there.

You found your why in the last letter. Now give it somewhere worth returning to.

Meaning is what anchors you. Delight is what keeps bringing you back.

Meaning is what anchors you. Delight is what keeps bringing you back.

With love,

Kristen

Can I ask you something?

When you do something for yourself, a walk, a glass of water, five quiet minutes, does it feel like something you genuinely want to do? Or does it feel more like something you’re supposed to do?

There’s a difference. And it matters more than we think.

Because starting a habit is only half the work. The other half is staying. And the reason most of us don’t stay isn’t laziness. It’s that we were never truly connected to our own why. That’s what the second Daily Ginhawa Principle is about: Link to Alaga.

Connect what you do to a reason that belongs to you.

Think about the last time you kept a habit without forcing it. Maybe it was small. A cup of tea before the house woke up. A playlist while you’re on your morning walk. A nightly thing that just felt like yours. You didn’t track it. You didn’t need to. You came back to it naturally, not because a calendar reminded you, but because it meant something to you.

That’s the difference between a habit and a ritual. A habit is something you track. A ritual is something you want to return to.

Now think about the reasons you’ve been given for taking care of yourself. Be healthy for your kids. Stay strong for your family. You can’t pour from an empty cup. These things are true. But notice that they’re all about someone else. When the reason lives outside you, it tends to leave the moment life gets hard enough.

What if the reason was simply: because I want to feel good? Because I deserve to feel like myself again?

That shift, from “I have to” to “I want to,” is where alaga actually begins.

I want to tell you about a small shift that changed how I think about all of this.

I used to say I needed more wellness in my life. More discipline. A better routine. And every time I used those words, I felt tired before I even started. Wellness felt like a destination I hadn’t reached yet. Discipline felt like a report card. Routine felt like something I kept failing at.

So I stopped using them.

Not discipline. Alaga. Not habit. Ritual. Not routine. Rhythm. Not wellness. Ginhawa.

It sounds small but it isn’t. The words you use to talk to yourself shape how you feel about what you’re doing. Alaga doesn’t demand. It tends. Ginhawa isn’t something you achieve. It’s something you already carry, it just needs room to come up.

When I started taking my supplement every morning, it wasn’t because a program told me to. It was because in that small act I was saying something to myself: I am worthy of care. The supplement was simple. But the meaning I gave it was mine. And that meaning is what brought me back to it, not just on the motivated days but on the hard ones too.

That’s what this principle is really asking. Not to find the perfect habit. But to find the meaning inside the one you already have.

So here’s the question I want you to sit with today.

The small act of alaga you’re doing, or the one you want to begin, what does it mean to you? Not what it should mean. Not what it does for your family or your health goals. What does coming back to it say about who you are and who you want to be?

That answer is your anchor. Because on the days when motivation disappears, and it will, meaning is what stays.

When the reason lives inside you, it stays even when motivation doesn’t.

When the reason lives inside you, it stays even when motivation doesn’t.

With love,

Kristen

I want to tell you something that took me longer than it should have to figure out.

I used to think that taking care of myself meant doing something significant. A real workout. A proper morning routine. An hour of quiet before the house woke up. And when I couldn’t make any of that happen, which was most days, I just didn’t do anything at all.

I told myself I’d start when things settled down. I’m sure you know how that goes.

What I didn’t understand then is that small things count. Not as a consolation prize for when you can’t do the real thing. They count because they work, and more importantly, because they’re actually doable in the life you already have. That’s the first Daily Ginhawa Principle: Start Small.

When my daughter came into our lives, loving her was effortless. Thinking about myself was not.

Before my eyes were fully open each morning, I was already running through what she needed. What to feed her, what she had that day, whether she was okay. And slowly, without noticing, I stopped turning that same attention toward myself. I kept saying I’d take care of me later. Later rarely came.

Eventually I stopped waiting for the perfect conditions and started with one small thing. Every morning I took my supplement and drank a glass of water. That was it. No curated routine, no quiet hour. Just something small enough that even my most exhausted self could say yes.

What surprised me wasn’t the habit itself. It was what happened in those few quiet moments. I slowed down. I checked in with myself. I remembered there was still a person here who needed care too. Two small things became my way of asking, how am I doing today?

I call this an anchor ritual. The test for finding yours is simple: can your worst-day self still do it? Not your motivated self. Your exhausted, running-behind, already-needed-by-everyone self. If she can say yes, you’ve found the right place to start.

And here’s what I’ve seen happen, in my own life and in the lives of women I know. One small act, done consistently, quietly opens the door for other things to follow. More movement. More balanced meals. A breath before reacting instead of after. Not every day, but more often than before. One small anchor becomes the beginning of something bigger, not because you forced it, but because you showed up for it long enough.

It’s not lowering the bar. It’s building a floor.

And eventually, that floor becomes part of who you are.

It’s not lowering the bar. It’s building a floor.

So here’s what I want you to sit with today.

What is the smallest act of alaga you can offer yourself right now? Not tomorrow, not when things calm down. Today. Make it smaller than you think it needs to be, small enough that your most tired self can still say yes.

That small act is not nothing. Every time you follow through on it, you’re sending yourself a message: I am here too. And that’s where everything else begins.

With love,

Kristen

I remember downloading a wellness app sometime in my first year of motherhood.

It had a beautiful morning routine laid out in fifteen-minute blocks. Hydration. Journaling. Movement. Mindfulness. The kind of routine that looks exactly right when you’re reading it at midnight after the baby has finally fallen asleep.

I lasted four days.

Not because I didn’t want it. Not because I didn’t believe it would help. I just couldn’t find a single uninterrupted morning to actually do it. And every time I didn’t, I told myself the same thing: I just don’t have enough discipline. Something is wrong with me.

I said some version of that to myself for months.

Here’s the honest thing about that season. I knew exactly what would help me feel better. More water. Earlier sleep. Moving my body a little. Eating before I was starving. Putting my phone down sooner.

I knew. I had always known.

So why couldn’t I make any of it stick?

There’s a name for this: the knowing-doing gap. The space between understanding what helps and actually being able to live it consistently. I didn’t learn the term until much later, but I had been living inside it since the day I brought my daughter home. And the longer I stayed there, the more I believed the problem was me.

But it wasn’t.

The routines I kept trying to follow were built for someone with uninterrupted mornings, predictable schedules, and a body that wasn’t already running on empty by nine in the morning. They assumed I had time to focus on myself before anyone else needed something from me.

Motherhood had changed the rhythm entirely. And I was still trying to follow instructions written for a life that no longer looked like mine.

That’s when I understood something that changed how I approached everything after. It was never a discipline problem. It was a design problem. The system was wrong for the season, not me.

It’s not a discipline problem. It’s a design problem. The system was wrong for the season, not me.

That realization was the beginning of something quieter and more sustainable than anything I had tried before.

Instead of building a routine I had to protect, I started looking for small acts of alaga that could survive real life. Interrupted mornings. Tired bodies. Days where just getting through already took everything.

A full glass of water before my morning cocoa. My supplement as an anchor before the day began. A short walk with my daughter when the afternoon felt heavy. Nothing that required a perfect morning or an uninterrupted hour.

Small things. But unlike every ambitious routine I had tried before, these stayed. Not because I was suddenly more disciplined. Because they were finally designed for the life I was actually living.

The knowing-doing gap doesn’t close by pushing harder or shaming yourself into consistency. It closes when you stop trying to fit your life into a system that was never made for it, and start building something small enough to survive your hardest days.

Not a perfect routine. Just one small act of alaga you can return to, even when everything else falls apart.

That’s where it begins.

With love,

Kristen

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It was past midnight, and I couldn’t bring myself to sleep. Not because the baby needed me — she was sound asleep. It was something else. A restlessness I couldn’t name, a quiet heavy feeling that I could no longer plan ahead. That I could no longer grow. That somewhere between the feeding schedules and the sleepless nights and the endless caregiving, the life in front of me had become smaller than the one I had imagined.

So I did something I hadn’t done in a long time. I picked up a pen, opened a notebook, and gave my thoughts somewhere to go.

I had spent five years in a career that rewarded me financially. Every day I sat across from clients, helped them navigate their finances, solved real problems for real people. It was good work. Useful work. But if you had asked me to do it for free, I wouldn’t have. That answer was trying to tell me something.

There is a difference between work you are capable of and work that is actually yours. I could do the job well. But I was never fully there. And some part of me had always known it.

Motherhood cracked that open. The anxiety of that sleepless night wasn’t really about my baby or my schedule or my plans. It was my diwa, finally refusing to be quiet.

Diwa is a Filipino word for the inner self. Not just your thoughts or your feelings, but the animating spirit of who you are — the part that has always known what you love, what you value, what you were made for. The part that existed before anyone needed anything from you.

In the busyness of early motherhood, your diwa often goes quiet. Not because she is gone. But because no one asked her how she was doing. Including you.

Alaga sa Diwa is the practice of asking. And then actually listening.

That night I didn’t find answers. I found better questions. What would I do even if no one paid me? What would I do even if no one clapped? What is the work that teaches, that helps, that heals, and also happens to sustain me?

I kept writing toward those questions, through weeks of mind mapping and long quiet days of sitting with myself. I’d read about this idea — the place where what you love, what you’re good at, what the world needs, and what can sustain you all meet at the same point. Slowly, the answer came into shape.

Alaga sa Diwa is the practice of asking. And then actually listening.

Daily Ginhawa. This blog. The conversations with moms who needed the same map I had been building for myself. Somewhere along the way I realized I had become a teacher after all. Not inside four walls. But here, in this quiet corner of the internet, sharing what I’ve lived so that another mom doesn’t have to figure it out alone.

My diwa knew this long before I did. She just needed me to sit down, past midnight, and finally listen.

Your diwa does not disappear in motherhood. She waits. She gets louder in the silences between feeds and nap times and past-midnight wakings that have nothing to do with the baby. The woman who loved to create. Who wanted to teach. Who had a dream she filed away because the practical path seemed safer. She is still there.

Matrescence asks you to let go of who you were and trust that who you are becoming is worth it. That disorientation, that quiet grief for the old version of yourself — it is not the end of your story. It is where you find room to breathe.

Daily Ginhawa begins in the body. But it deepens in the diwa. Because a body that is cared for can finally rest. And a diwa that is cared for can finally speak.

So here is the question I want to leave you with, the same one I found past midnight in a notebook when I had nothing left to perform:

What would you do even if no one clapped?

That answer belongs to you. And it has been waiting.

With love,

Kristen

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