Good morning! Black coffee at the right! A quiet morning in the house, with cars whizzing by outside. People, doing what they do. Sunshine cascading through burnt orange curtains; folds making complimentary shadows.
March winds have blown the mailbox over. It rained heavily last night as well. That would have softened the ground. There is a need to plant the mailbox better I would say.
“There is a new day, I am too much aware of yesterday and the day before. I know the mistakes I made then and I know that I have not risen or progressed as far as I had expected to. But the important thing is that I also know the potential of this day”
Boy does this ring true! I have____given into just being present. Knowing what I need to do to make myself feel better. I simply need to declutter my space and do the domestic crap. Knowing too that time away from writing will only make it better. Knowing that I can resolve this in “the potential of this day.” That this is not letting myself down, but giving myself a break from all things is not so bad. “Each day has its own potential” Each step forward will take me there. It won’t take me forever to do tasks. I don’t have to pay attention to the thoughts that attempt their voice, knowing they are just thoughts that I can change up into positiveness. The potential of each day is something for me to grab onto, and it all adds up! Claiming one’s life one day at a time.
It is no light thing to move past what hurts us, To live life so that hurt is all we have is not the answer. If we do not look at other components____we are living it up to chaos and randomness. However, if we take those bits and make something whole of them____we have something more, something new_____chaos and randomness have their part in the puzzle, but only a part. They are not the whole. Nor is hurt the whole part of our life stories. Life is? Something to live, something to experience. It isn’t something to be bored with. We can give life direction.
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