This weekend I felt that I could finally breath under water.
My life is always so FULL, and yet many times I react to it as if I am treading water or worse: drowning. I forget to breathe… have my shoulders up by my ears and never seem to be able to reach that darn raft with the pineapple drink and the little pink umbrella.
It’s starting to be different- because my choices have been different.
It’s different because I know I’ve done a lot of hard work to get here.
It’s different because I am finally learning how to love myself.
For the past month I have been moving, re-vamping and restructuring TRP, having deep and meaningful discussions with friends who have helped me to see things more clearly. I’ve also been deeply involved in the largest annual fundraiser at our school. I’ve had to make difficult decisions about moving on, I’ve sold my house, and I’ve started working out again and getting fit, and I feel great.
For a long time I was waiting for life to get easier … but I will always be someone who takes on a lot, because in part it’s who I am and it makes me happy.
I cannot stop the drowning waters that come my way every once in a while- so rather than thrashing and flailing against the current i’m working on building a coral castle and learning to breathe under water.