2023 is the year of balance. At least that’s what my intuition told me in late December of last year. So I bravely put a stake in the sand and declared to all my friends, “My word for the year is balance.” I felt sure. Solid. A little underwhelmed, maybe, but the word had promise….
“The point is, if we only choose to bloom when conditions are perfect, there would be little blooming in our lives and a lot of fallow years.”
I wasn’t always a sharer. You know those people, the sharers. The people who are generous in being transparent about things they’ve gone through in life or wisdom they’ve earned. Not platitudes, not something they’ve read—the people who have really lived and been through some challenges. I was raised by my mother to be stoic….
Yesterday was Valentine’s Day here in the States so it seems fitting my thoughts turned to love. The Universe came through in spades, as it always does. I was searching for some old photos of my sons to put in frames, which meant digging through boxes of memorabilia. And this little gem showed up. Stick…
I sit on my deck, drinking my coffee, protein shake already downed. What to tackle first today? The text comes through from my sister: “I know. Love u all too.” I smile and tear up a bit. She does. She really does love us, faults and all. She is in the hospital, admitted last night…
I see the email address and I pause. Take a deep breath. Blow it out slowly. It’s from a path not taken. A path I left in an increasingly distant past. A path best left behind me. Yet, there the email sits. To open it may be to open Pandora’s box. But to not open…
“I feel like I took a deep breath in 10 years ago and I’m only just now exhaling.”
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