a reading 路 over-giving
you gave until there was no you left
for the one everyone leans on, who no one thinks to hold.
you are the one who remembers the birthdays. who notices the tired eyes across the room and moves toward them. who says yes while your own body is quietly saying no.
and underneath it, sometimes, a resentment you will not let yourself feel, because giving people are not supposed to resent. so you pour, and pour, and refill yourself last, if at all.
a marigold feeds a whole garden. bees, borders, the soil itself. but it does it from a full stem, roots deep in the ground, not by tearing off its own leaves.
love that flows from an empty vessel is not more loving. it is just more tired. the people who are good for you will not love you less when you rest, ask, receive, and say no without a reason attached.
the shift is not caring less. it is caring from the overflow. name one limit today before it turns into resentment, and let someone hold you for a change. tell daisy the thing you would normally carry alone, and let her carry a corner of it.
this is the marigold's reading
in full bloom, the overgiver becomes the heart. take the bloom quiz to see if the marigold is yours, or plant it in daisy and let her hold the thread with you.