…I have been sleeping on myself and my writing capabilities. Writing hits me so strong, like a gust of wind in my face and I can’t even try to turn from it. Why would I? I think I have been hesitant of the kind of whirlwind I would be in once I go at it full force…but I am oh so ready. I have nothing but high hopes. I want to start a new page, a page that will help to educate women on the magic of their bodies, I desire to publish an E book on some of my poems that I’ve held so deep inside but need to share. I even would like to write about how sunshine and music heals the soul. I have started by following other writers and getting advice on how to keep up momentum. I am very excited about all of these aspirations and I look forward to the day when I can literally veg out and write my life away! But it takes persistence and dedication to my craft. I know I am damn good at what I do. I write in a way that impresses even me…and I am my own worst critic! Fear has no place in this writing game. It is either do it or don’t. So I’m gonna choose to write every day, even if it’s a few sentences in my journal…at least it is something. I am inspired by almost anything…because everything has reason, history, purpose and desire…

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I guess the best advice I could give myself is to follow the passion of my soul. Everything touches me in some way and I yearn to write about it and I usually do. It’s so healing to write, to put my thoughts down and reflect.

True balance…

This morning started off with me misplacing some things and getting annoyed because I could not find them. I then piggy backed off of those feelings to include more things that I could be upset about. I really had a pity party going and I was the only guest invited…a party that I started but was not enjoying at all. I needed to turn things around and quickly…what exactly was I upset about? I spoke with a friend and she encouraged me which brought me out of my funk and I found what I had misplaced…By then, I started to smile and breathe easier…it really wasn’t all that to begin with. I remembered that others are going through it much more deeply than I am…not to compare or feel bad about my “bad” days…but everything should always be put into perspective when and if “complaining” becomes a crutch. I am not a big complainer but sometimes, I do…I am only human. Some days I do ask why, even for journeys that are not my own…I just don’t like to see others in pain or going through difficult times. But without the bad there would be no good…there would be no true balance…

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