B a l a n c e. “If we move too fast we’ll break things. If we move to slow, we’ll miss things. And if we don’t move at all, we won’t see things for how beautiful they really are” (Words by @rmdrk ).
Finding the balance lately has been difficult. Between working full time nightshift as a nurse, little control over my schedule, balancing my creative energy of writing, photography, and getting a community platform launching (@themindfulvoyage ) balancing being an adult having to do adult things with my inner child who is always itching to get outside to play and explore, balancing being a friend, a better & more present friend, a daughter, a sisterand myself. It can be exhausting. Lately I’ve just been taking my lunch breaks to meditate & breath. Lately I’ve just been walking to my car slow; to notice the sites, the sounds the smells and the breeze on my face. Lately I’ve been trying to figure out how to be super woman. Lately I’ve figured out I won’t ever be and that’s fine. I just start again tomorrow wherever I am. Balance is hard. But we have to find those moments to get back to our center so we can see the world for as wonderful as it is. I’m thrilled I got to spend some time outside this week kayaking the San Juan Islands and remembering how nice it is to J u s t b e. And despite the craziness that this week will ensue, I’m hoping to find some balance between it all too.
I’m not sure why, but I’ve always been interested in the lives of street vendors and street musicians. Is it because they can people watch all day? Or maybe because they’re on the move, never really belonging in one spot, free to stay or go as they please? #musings
I scrawled this out quickly before it left me several years ago...still true today 😊 a little happiness to end a Monday on! .
In case you can't read my scratch -- I will always cherish the little moments. Listening to the rain while laying in bed. Reading quietly, but separately, and soaking up each other's comfort. Tickle fights. Drives that get you lost and found at the same time. Messing up the kitchen. It's the little moments that speak the loudest.
For the times you were quiet when I chatter away..
For the moments you were all ears when I got something to say..
For pulling me up when I was trodden down
For looking for me when I skipped town
For calling me out when I was wrong
For cheering for me and telling me I was strong
For pushing me and saying it’s okay
For making me face the music and telling me never to run away
For seeing what’s being spoken by my eyes
For never ever telling me lies
For saying never to deny how I feel
For letting me see what real
For simply being there when everybody else went away
For holding my hand saying that you will stay
For making known that you will always be near
For whispering that you will always be here
Thank you.. To a year full of gratefulness