Childhoodtake2!

When you spend a life with someone, you forget.
When you spend a lifetime, working, going, building, hurting, loving, creating, destroying, engulfed in love, you forget.
I certainly did.

I forgot how incredible you are.
How naturally smart.
How you can lead us out of anything, anywhere, anytime.
I am so used to living with you, I forget that your talents reach so far, so wide.

I forgot how giddy you can get.
I forgot how much of a little little boy you can still be.
I forgot how delighted you can get.
I forgot how great you are at your job.
I forgot how great you are with kids.
I forgot your talents.

I forgot how your mind works.
I forgot about your incredible talents.
I forgot how naturally they all come to you.
I forgot how your mind works in a crisis.
I forgot how you always know what to do.
I forgot how quickly you can figure things out.
I forgot how you're willing to do anything to fix it.
I forgot your incredible, natural talents.

So, I've spent some time noticing, remembering.
Remembering you're my rock.
Remembering your my friend.
Remembering how to lean on you.
Remembering that I can.
Remembering what makes you tick.
Remembering who you are.
Remembering your incredible, natural talents.

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 favor.

Can I ask a favor?
Can I have a little more kindness?
A little more grace?
A little more appreciation?
A little more love?
A little more acceptance?
A little more compassion?
For myself?
Can I do myself this favor?

Can I see and protect the light I have in me?
Can I light my own way?
Can I treat myself, and think of myself, like I do others?
Can I give myself more time?
Can I give myself more care?
Can I do myself this favor?

Can I be a little stronger?
Can I be a little more myself?
Can I accept who that person is?
Can I treat her well?
Can I do myself this favor?

Can I do myself this favor?
I want to write and think of it as a little favor, but in actuality, it's quite a thing to ask of myself.
So can I do myself this favor?
This not so little favor?

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 effort.

It feels like quite a bit of effort to show up.
And to smile.
And to remember my breath, my outlook, my plan.
Recently, life is taking a little too much effort.

I am still showing up.
I am still finding opportunities to smile.
I am still finding my way to my mat, placing a hand on my heart, another on my belly, and connecting to my breath.
I am finding my way home.

I bought myself a journal for gratitude.
Hoping to start my day with less of an effort.
I am setting a daily intention, seeing and protecting a part of myself I lost along the way.
I am putting in the effort, but it does feel like effort.
Recently, life is taking a little too much effort.

I understand where the worry and concern are coming from.
I get the panic.
I know I have been here before and I know why my anxiety is looming.
I know that I'm not worried about something that isn't there.
There is something to worry about but how will worrying actually help?
It's an unneeded effort.
Recently, life is taking a little too much effort.

I hope and am counting on the fix I need to allow the gray to fade.
I hope and am counting on finding my way home.
Just leave the light on for me.

Baby, baby, baby, light my way

Hi 2025.
It's been an interesting start for us.
You are the year I have decided, I will reignite my light, my heart, my warmth.
I will travel back home, just leave a light on.

But, you started with some dread.
Fear.
Worry.
Concern.
Doubt.

Oh, child, wipe the tears from your eye
You know I need you to be strong
And the day it as dark as the night is long

And I'm trying hard not to get sucked into the anxiety and give in to the fear.
But, this is our home, our livelihood, our way of life.
This is our money, our security, my security.

Sometimes I feel like I don't know
Sometimes I feel like checking out
I wanna get it wrong
Can't always be strong
And love, it won't be long...

And so, I'm trying to breathe through it all.
I'm trying to find my space, my rhythm, my groove.
I'm trying to find my beat, my boundary, my work, my joy, my passion.
We have built goals, and charts, dug into our history, our needs.
We have come together as a team and are ready to get back to our work.

Baby, baby, baby, light my way

And, to the loves of my life.
The ones that shine, light, love, faith, hope.
The ones that breathe life into my soul...

I know you don't know what to do.
I know you don't know what to say.
I know you don't know how to make it right.
I know you don't know how to fix it, make it all okay again.

But...

Your love was a light bulb
Hanging over my bed
Baby, baby, baby, light my way

Dear 2025.
I want to come home.
I want to find my peace again.
I want to fight for me again.
I want to come home.
Please leave a light on for me.

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 satisfied.

With my choices.
With my life.
With myself.

2024 was a year.
Although not anywhere near the hardest year of my life, it came with some anxiety that was all too familiar.
Some worries and concerns that were all too the norm.
And I don't want to be there anymore.
I want to be satisfied.
With my choices.
With my life.
With myself.

I need to get back to the person I was.
Full of light and love.
Full.
Satisfied.
With my choices.
With my life.
With myself.

So, I have to make some new choices to feel better.
More calm and in control and at ease.
I have to start again and take it from the bottom back up.

So that I can be me.
Satisfied.
With my choices.
With my life.
With myself.