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 attempt.
In an attempt to calm the stress, I created a different life.
In an attempt to live a life with more balance, and more parts of who I am, I found out who I really am, a gentle lover of love.
In an attempt to be more gentle, I stopped proving I could do hard things.
In an attempt to be softer, I retired my fighting gloves.
In an attempt to figure things out to be more realistic, I found my breath.
In an attempt to breathe, I found my way back to my mat.
In an attempt to create more space, I found room.
In an attempt to cultivate beauty, I focused on my home.
In an attempt to be surrounded by beauty, I focused on the love in our home.
In an attempt to remind myself that my time is my choice of how and who it is spent with, I found my voice.
In an attempt to move beyond the past, I found forgiveness.
In an attempt to remember you with love, I found forgiveness.
In an attempt to heal, I found time.
In an attempt to make the most out of my time, I found my priorities.
In an attempt to make myself a priority too, I found some self-respect.
In an attempt to work on myself, I found all of the love I have ever needed.
