BE WHERE YOUR FEET ARE!

Words hold an uncanny power.

It's past midnight when I step outside, craving the crisp air to quiet my restless mind. I sit down, hoping for stillness, but my thoughts unravel like a thread pulled too fast, too loose. One intrusive thought crashes into another, and suddenly, I'm drowning in them. I try—God, I try—to pull myself back, but it’s like grasping at smoke.

I think, maybe this is it. Maybe I’m losing my mind.

But not yet. Not until I say it.

"Be where your feet are."

A whisper at first, then firmer. Louder. Over and over, like an anchor thrown into the storm.

And just like that, I return. My soul catches up to my body, and I am here. Grounded. Whole.