Anxious.

This morning. Slow, easy, beautiful.

Yet, frozen.

I’ve been here before.

Crawling through my skin.

Uncomfortable with this moment.

Growth. So much growth and so much beauty.

Not enough. More than enough.

Extremes. Black & white, there’s no room for gray here.

Heavy heartbeats in my throat.

Soft sheets & comfy pillows, my only hiding place.

Daydreams without movement. Always dreaming.

Vulnerability. So much vulnerability. Too much vulnerability.

Shakey hands. Busy mind.

Shame. The inability to process shame for what it is and cultivate forgiveness for myself is an addiction. A different kind of high.

All morning, back and forth- back and forth.

Acceptance. Sit with it. Here.

Breathe in. Pause.

Breathe out. Pause.

In through your nose, out through your mouth.

Bring the awareness here. Right here.

To this space. To this moment. To this truth. Remember that this, this is the only thing that exists.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s