This week was a wild one, filled with many lows and a few highs and lot’s of comforting words from roommates who care. Some nights this week, I put myself to bed just to call the day ended. Other nights, I fell into sleep simply because my body could push anymore; I was spent.
This weekend, there is still much to be done. Things need to be written, washed, scheduled, emailed and shared. There is a light at the end of this tunnel of overwhelm, and an understanding that for these things to be done, I need to fall back a bit. Taking note that I can accomplish everything in due time. Resting on the truth that all is well that ends well. Remembering that, ultimately, everything will be okay.
This week I continuously found myself playing catch-up: scheduling posts late, responding to emails later than I normally would, pushing things back just to get through the day. Breaking routines, creating new ones simply to survive; forgetting that the reason I created those routines in the first place was to help me stay above deep waters.
This weekend I’m looking forward to bringing back strong routine, and embracing familiar bits of myself.
This weekend I’m reminding myself that everything is not nearly as big as I make it seem to be, and that I am not the end-all-be-all to the things that happen around me.
This weekend, I’m listening to myself and my body.
This weekend, I’m reminding myself that things are out of my control, and that’s okay.
When things go wrong, we often forget about our dreams, goals and passions. Those are the things which truly excite us, and spark new fire within us. This weekend, I’m embracing what is, accepting what I cannot change, and reveling in my fire.