And why I believe in unicorns and fairies and that everything happens for a reason.
I’ve been saved by grace a million times over.
I’ve been saved by the grace of something bigger and grander than my wee human self so many times that I definitely believe in magic.
In moments of overwhelm, moments where I’ve face-palmed myself in a how the hell am I still doing this alone? kind of way, I’ve been saved by grace.
Mindfulness, meditation, yoga, and therapy master that I am, I still fall flat — often.
I think I would question myself and the meaning of life more if I didn’t have those emotional wall moments where a torrent of tears or primal screams are the only thing that save me from a nervous breakdown.
How time and writing and single-parenthood come together on a yoga mat.
My mind put on boxing gloves as it awoke this morning. It knew it was on a time crunch. T-minus a few hours until my daughter would be picked up from her father’s house to spend the weekend with me. When she is with me, I can’t write.
With tight fists, my thoughts jabbed at me as I made my morning coffee. Hurry up and get writing. As I ate my cereal my mind gave me a little air punch to the gut. My bowl of cereal left me feeling hungry. Yet I dare not waste time eating more. Hurry up and get writing. The threat of a fight with my mind sent a shiver down my spine.
Soul Writer. Single Mama. Life ponderer. Nature Lover. Therapist. Introvert. HSP & Empath. Life is my playground and each day a blank canvas.