I went to #FMFparty tonight to say I couldn’t stay and participate.
It’s been a week where I’ve been bombarded with sickness. Feeling mostly like a semi impaled me, then came back 2 more times to finish the job.
I’m letting stress get to me. Letting what “I wish could be” get to me. And I am tired. All the time tired. And it just doesn’t seem to ever be enough to catch up.
So I went.
So I stayed.
I couldn’t be pulled away. I just found these ladies last week. You women exploded on my blog last week, filling me with awe and unexpectedness. You whisper “keep” and “stay” with your words of wisdom and welcome. And I’m ever-so-thankful for my new-found community.
Because I’m learning more and more that community isn’t richness defined in miles between. It’s richness defined in truth, support and connection – no matter the zip code.
So..I just wanted to say thank you. You, who is reading this for maybe the first time, maybe the second. Who came here from #FMFparty. Who came here.
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I can’t seem to.
Not on the right things. Not on what matters.
I can’t see past sleeplessness
wishing I could be somewhere I can’t
wishing with every ounce I have.
See, I am talented at focusing on the “other”.
That shouldn’t be the pull of my eyes from the wander of their purpose.
I want to focus on so much more than my limited engagements.
I want to hone in on growth
….I want that attention as my pulse. The positive. That which I can actively participate, producing a change in all perspective and promise.
Give me Your eyes that I may see,
Your hands that I may hold,
Your feet that I may walk boldly.
Give me you.
Take away all of me.
And that’s all I can write tonight.
Goodnight friends old and new.