Next time you catch yourself spiraling — into criticism, into rush, into the heavy pull of “not enough” — stop. Place your hand on your chest. Say it once, slow:
Hmm, Gracel.
Hmm. Gracel.
Maybe it was this morning, in the mirror. Maybe it was in a text you didn’t know how to send. Maybe it was in the kitchen, loading the dishwasher for the third time, exhausted, and still deciding not to let frustration win. hmm gracel