Lifes hectic.
Don’t forget to breathe.

Lifes hectic.
Don’t forget to breathe.
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.
One day at a time. One anxious thought at a time…
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Welcome to the shitshow….
Am I adulting right? Is there such a thing? How come this is so hard….
This is my accountability post. I’m going big. I’m doing this for me. What’s yours?
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.
With four blissful hours to myself in a clean and quiet house what did I do? I pottered around… WTF! Am I 80! Who the fuck potters around with no kids, no husband and a clean house…
If you can be anything… be kind.