I never stop when I should. I have never believed that the rules of self and soul care applied to me, even as I excoriate those I loved, "Do Better." I steadfastly refuse to take my own advice.
The key to this game of life is loving all of yourself, even as you continually evolve. Yeah, not only am I a grown woman, I am a grown-ass African-descended Queen, beloved of an Omnipotent God.
I truly wish that I was a more trusting child. Sadly, I am not. I'm going to require a little extra work, but I know You. I fully understand that I am just a moment in Your Eternity, and that You can be patient with me.
This year, and I've said this before, I'm taking NO Ls. I am reclaiming my my peace and my power.
This morning, I read a Chinese proverb that reminded me that "one joy scatters a hundred griefs." My next thought was, "what can I do today to bring myself joy? I ask that question every morning. I will ask it, upon rising in gratitude, each morning for the balance of my days. I suggest you do the same.
This is the last day I'll ever be 55. I'm leaving the speed limit behind. As the song says, it's time to "Take the Limits Off."
"If God be our God, He will give us peace in trouble." That peace is Sabbath.
I became quiet, waiting for a word. I waited, far longer than I believed I’d need to, and then it came. Self-care was a commitment I tried making to myself.
Daily, I proclaim that I matter. I declare that the love I pour into the world is love of which I am equally worthy. I am releasing my desperate grip on the toxic martyrdom that backs me into corners and is entirely of my making.
I jumped, praying that the ground would rise beneath me, or at least that mmt winds would erupt. Either way, I did not fall.