There is no rewind button, and the only pause we should be pressing is when we need to reset our stance. With our chest full of air, shoulders back, and fists on hips… A motherf**king powerhouse.
“Right! This morning is going to go smoothly. No yelling. No fighting. Treasuring every moment. Be present… blah. Blah. blah.” Nek minute…
My chest is tight. There are knots and fizzy bubbles in my heart.
Am I adulting right? Is there such a thing? How come this is so hard….
No, this isn’t a letter from your child-self. An apology. An acknowledgement of some past trauma or insecurity. No, this is not another of those letters. This is a letter from your future self…
Whatever the destination, whatever the journey, your life is yours alone. Do with it what you will.
“Look how much you have, look how far you’ve come, look how fast it happened, and, you have to admit, how easy it was.
All despite your fears, worries, and self-doubts.
You crack us up,
Life is short which is something that is much clearer once you hit a certain age bracket … but what if all the busy-ness stopped? What then …
No good blog was ever written drunk… One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor.
When just a quick scroll rolls into an hour… What else could you have done in this time? No seriously what??