I sometimes, more often than I care to admit, forget to stand tall in my daily life. I allow the throws of life to beat me down and wore me out. The negative space seems to suck me in like a vacuum and I find that I shrink and turn myself off. I allow the worry and the questions of correct parenting consume me, and it feels like I am not moving. I am not learning anything new and I am not growing as an individual. My corner of the world has been patchy for several years, but this new season needs to move on. I want it over with. So, as I sit and occupy this part of who I am it makes me wonder how long have I been off?
I feel as if I am NOT occupying me and what I want to do. But when I really think about it.. I don't know what I want to do. I don't know what makes me really "ON" any more. I start with something thinking it to be the ideal option and that it will feed me, but shortly realize that either it is and not enough or it isn't at ALL. I do know walking in this space below always grounds me and gives me perspective. My morning space has always been reliable for JUST THIS.
standing tall..
finding treasures.. (another post will follow this one)
finding a bit of joy.. and smiling about it. Love the sound of seagulls and hearing the waves crashing.
Just the calmness..
