I was laying in bed the other night, thinking about this. I was thinking that I have worked so hard to find peace with myself these past couple of years, and that it has eluded me. I’m happy, I really, truly am. I have an amazing life & I feel blessed every day. But am I at peace?
I figured out that I’m getting there. But it’s not about feverishly chasing peace. You let go. You have to know your goals, and work for them…family goals, career goals, financial goals…but they can’t be everything.
So, I’m letting go. I’m enjoying the morning sun as I walk down the stairs on the way to work. I’m enjoying how the leaves of my fern feel against my fingertips. How it feels to kiss someone for the first time. How beautiful it is to be able to sit with my great grandmother & talk about her life. How great it is that when I wake up tomorrow, I get to open my eyes to another day that I can be happy in. And that I can make others happy in.
