Growing up, I thought the process was simple.
Eat. Pray. Love.
A roof over my head, clothes to cover my back and food on my table. For the most part, I had all of these and that was if I may, satisfactory.
I didn’t realize some people had none.
Prayers poured out in the morning and before bed. Sunday morning preparation and service in church. Honestly, I did enjoy every Sunday school.
I didn’t know God was bigger than my little mind could grasp.
Love I believe was in abundance. My family, friends, neighbours, teachers. Just to mention a few. There was love. Love that bore fruits, the kind that was really bright, the one that made you swim, made you fly, made you flourish.
I didn’t think life could be any better.
I’m older now and the process seems so much more complex.
Eat. Work. Pray. Tears. Love. Death. Change. Strength. Chaos. Laughter. News. Up. Side. Down.
I did think there was barely enough time or humanness to keep up. However, in my oldest self that is today.
I have come to know that everyday is a new day.
I have learned not to stain it with the mistakes of yesterday or blur it too much with the issues of tomorrow.
I have taught myself to take it one step at a time and to remember to catch my breath.
I tell myself “Sure, it may not be easy but in this rollercoaster ride you can at least try to enjoy it.”
Give yourself permission to be kind to yourself.
– Shane Walker
