Two Weeks To Go

Psst. Hey, Rain.

Not there yet. Not quite. The quiet still holds. Stromps is calm. The dishes aren’t multiplying. The fridge looks… optimistic.

This is the last two weeks before it all begins.

Before the door opens and the first pair of shoes gets kicked off somewhere you’ll trip over later. Before the rhythm changes. Before you shift from prep mode to presence mode.

So just — breathe.

Stretch.

Hydrate.

Keep doing your thing. The gym. The morning dance. The weird little meals. The bedtime rituals. Let this be a soft runway, not a launchpad.

You don’t need to overthink it. You’ve already thought enough.

You’ve planted the reminders. You’ve written the notes. You’ve made space — physically, emotionally, spiritually, logistically.

That is enough.

So when the brain starts spinning again — as it will — whisper this to yourself:

“I’m not late. I’m not behind. I’m just early and waiting. And I can wait with grace.”

This isn’t the storm. This is the stillness before the good kind of chaos. Enjoy it.

You’ve got this.
Just not yet. And that’s okay.

Love,
Me