🌀 The Reflector Forgot What Day It Was (Again)

There are days the calendar simply… slips off the wall. Not physically — though that’s happened too,  but energetically. Time folds, clocks sigh, and somewhere between brushing my teeth and checking the moon, I forget what day it is. Again.

It’s not memory loss. It’s memory liberation.
I remember what matters.
I forget what’s expected.

People ask me, “Is it Monday already?”
I’m still recovering from last week’s Friday.
Or was that next week’s?

Sometimes, my body wakes up before my soul clocks in. Other times, my soul is wide awake while my body decides it’s not participating. It’s not depression. It’s not laziness. It’s being tuned to the dimension where appointments don’t exist — only alignments.

And on the days I do remember the day, someone else forgets. The package is late, the meeting is canceled, the moment passes — just as I showed up for it. Synchronicity or sabotage? At this point, I call it a co-creation dance with the Divine Calendar.

So yes, I forgot what day it was.
But I remembered to breathe.
And to feel.
And to not force.

That counts for something. Maybe even everything.

🌱 If you felt something in this post…

Know that your quiet growth is seen.
Your stillness matters.
And sometimes, even the smallest plant knows what the world forgets:
That survival itself is sacred.

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