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.
..whereas I was asking God to open the door if that was God's Will; God burned the house down, eliminating the door.
More than satisfying, breakfast was a faith lesson. It was also about communion, as it satisfied my hunger and that of the adorable interloper who nicked what I didn't finish (I was done).
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.
"I am living in the same circumstances, but my perspective has changed. A sad collection of leftovers, or a healthy, elegant breakfast. The difference? I saw possibility, abundance, and adventure. I was filled with gratitude. All it took was creativity, and a cast iron skillet."
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 love to cook. I love being able to create what I desire. More than satisfaction, making homemade requires presence. I cannot be distracted. I have to be in the kitchen, paying attention.
Whenever I am forced to slow down, I collapse. I remain vigilant, though. Let's be clear....yes, I saw that, and no, I won't forget it.
I Almost Forgot it was Thursday 1. Hooray for me. I did 31 Days. It wasn't the grind it was last time because Discipline. 2. I gave myself a week off. Now it's book proposal writing time. 3. I'm in a transitional season, and no, this isn't my idea of fun. However… 4. Imposter Syndrome …