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.
