On my first day back from California, I took myself for a walk at Colonial Park. New Jersey has had a mild Winter and there were signs of Spring everywhere.
Since I’ve been home, I’ve kept an eager eye out for additional hints of green and warmth. When I see them, I feel a tiny surge of hope.
That’s nice, because it’s been a bit of a hard patch for me. I’ve had a bunch of small challenges in the past two weeks. My head knows that they are small in the big scheme but my heart lets the hurts add up and that finds me doubting myself, my worth, and my place in this world.
I know the remedy: rest and time outside. With Spring Break starting at the end of this week, I’ll have the time for both. There are people who depend on me and people who love me and I know and feel this. I plan to lean in to the support. I’m a regular champ at self-care and I have a list of small treats for the coming weeks. I know the light can be found and I’ll be looking for it in the coming weeks.
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