Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on stretch.
Go.
In the morning.
To the limit.
During yoga.
To ease an ache.
Your mind, your thoughts.
What you are made of, what you are capable of.
S-T-R-E-T-C-H!
How many different ways can you interpret this word?
How many different directions can you take it?
I think the reason I made that list is...this is how I stretch myself.
It's how I deliver and how I sustain and how I am okay.
Although I am someone that always stretches to the limit, pushes myself, that works herself hard...
I have finally found a great sense of peace.
And yes, my peace looks different.
My peace is still hard-working, but nowhere near the person I was for so many years.
AND, I'm even coming down off the tension that stayed with me, years later.
I know I stretch myself, but no longer too thin.
And I have found it is still possible to be me...hard-working, loves to work, likes the drive, push yourself me...while also finding joy, comfort, peace, slowing down, and time.
I have found, you can be both...and this time, I won't lose my hum.
I stretch myself at the gym.
I keep up, I keep trying, I keep going.
I work hard, I feel good about that, and my body knows what it is capable of.
I stretch myself at my work.
I push our team, I push myself, I keep finding solutions.
And there are hard times, and I have realized that is when I need to back off, I need to back up, and I need to re-group.
I stretch my love.
That's what happens when you love hard and I love hard.
I love with all that I have.
I love with all that I am.
So, it is okay to stretch me...but no longer too thin.
Stop.
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