The state of the world and specifically the USA is intense.
I feel spread thin and stretched in every direction possible trying to manage the state of the world. It’s overwhelming and I can’t help but try to be an educator, a healer and a teacher - I mean, look at what Mondays Are Good Days is.
And because I practice what I preach, at the same time I’m trying to educate myself. So, the overstimulation of what to read, what to watch, and what to learn has me neglecting not only my own self care but also Mondays Are Good Days. (I’m sorry.) (And this is where I struggle with practicing what I preach because I’m not doing any self healing.)
You might feel the same as me when I say I am neglecting important aspects of my personal and work life that are making me feel out of touch and like I don’t have control or even an idea what to do, what to work on or where to go next.
Ah!
So… *deep breath* ...Let’s reset. Let’s get back on track.
One thing I really want to do today is figure out what I want to accomplish each week for the rest of the month & the beginning of July, and what I want to see from myself for the next upcoming months.
I will spend time with a paper and pen today (something I haven’t done in almost two weeks...hmmm, no wonder why I feel like I’m going crazy) and I want to manifest the foreseeable future. There are still uncertainties with COVID and what not, but that does not mean we can’t start a new adventure and successfully and safely reach our destination. (Shout out to my best friend who just packed her car and is road tripping across the U.S. and moving to Los Angeles). See, nothing stopped her goal and dream - and nothing will stop yours either. Roadblocks, maybe. But baby, pick a direct and keep driving.
No more floating along with time.
As lovely as it is, I hate it when I hear the grandfather clock sing because it means my focus is shallow, easily distractible and barely interested.
I want to dive deep and be deafed by the ringing at the bottom of the ocean; the pressure is suffocating me but the passion keeping me alive. Shut out from the songs on land and forgetting about the ticking time bomb mounted on the wall.
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