More Than Momma

Last year, just weeks before Christmas, our home caught fire. Giant fire. Nothing we did or anyone else caused this.  No act of God. No arson or silly mistake. It just was. The loss was nothing like any other loss I have ever experienced. Death, even the most tragic of incidents I have experienced, are a part of life.  Everyone dies, even when you are not ready for it or it makes no sense. You can't always prepare, but deep down you know it is coming for us all. Hurricanes?  I am a master of prepping for these. Grab what you can. Protect the rest the best you can. Get out and wait. I have never lost more than pieces and parts of my home to these so maybe the full weight of their power and devastation are lost on me. You can prepare away, but deep down you know that the chances of a catastrophic direct hit are not that great when you weigh out the odds over all hurricanes we might see. I am not trying to make light of these and other catastrophes at all. I am guessing what...

 It has been a minute...or actually over a year...since I have taken the time to sit down and write. It has been lost on me the freedom that I felt, releasing my heart on the "pages" of this venue, but I have needed it so. But life took over. It has been a minute since I prioritized the things that have helped me to find peace, my daily practices that saved only for me. But life took over. It has been a minute since I utilized the tools that I have in my toolkit to manage the stress and calm the anxieties that spin through my soul. I LET life take over. It has been a minute since I took control over my day to day rather than letting the days dictate me. Now, I am working to take my life back over. It is a minute at a time. A day at a time. But my life is mine not the culmination of things that occur around me. Hoping for a minute each day to create a series of moments until I am back where I want to be.