It's Been a Minute.....

 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.

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