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And We're Off!

Wow, October came and went in wharp speed.  It felt like one second I taking in the gradual changing of leaves and the next I was crunching those same leaves underfoot while trick-or-treating with my kid.  During that wharped reality, I spent many hours working, running around, working, catching glimpses of my son (glimpses only because I was working!) and working again.  My day job kinda consumed so much of my life that I put down my dreams and or purpose.  I stopped taking care of myself too.  No gym, prayer, meditation, eating well or sleep...Just work.

So what have I realized during this self imposed hiatus from myself?  That I suddenly felt incredibly lost.  I stopped checking in with my higher self and because I stopped that simple routine of checking in, I started questioning everything.  Questioning my life and prayers and wondering how on earth I was going to make it through to the otherside of the frenetic spell.   How could I get organized?  What was my next move?  Do I really deserve all the good tidings come my way?  Am I really the right person for the job? On and on and on...questioning every part of my existence.  Why, because I was to busy to stop and  check in with my higher self  which could have been benefiting my mental, spiritual and physcial self during this time.

But I'm too busy and tired!  Sad statement, but that is/was my mantra, my chant during this time and every other time my life got/gets overwhelming.  The mantra really needs to be something like "Stop, i'm famished feed me...mind, body and spirit."  Well, i'm gradually getting back on track and I'm feeling so much better.   So much more clarity, so much more direction...I can and will spend more time in November loving my son and myself.


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  1. It seems like that is where I am also. Got some relaxing ( sort of hypnosis) tapes and trying to work less, volenteer less and take care of marcia more.

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