Just Write.

Just write. Write for you. Write for your peace. Write for your soul. Write for your hope. Write for your grief.

Write for your pain. Write for your joy. Write for your sorrow. Write for your journey.

So what if no one reads it. So what if nothing ‘becomes of it.’

Do it for you. Do it for your soul. Do it for your joy. Write for your peace.

Write because you love it.

Write because you love it.

What a foreign concept to me for many years.

Do it because it brings you happiness.

Do it because you love it.

I love to write. I do. It makes me happy.

So why don’t I write more?? Why don’t I write often????

It seems so simple, you know there is something in life that brings you happiness, joy, and you feel purpose in it, so… just do it… duh.

It seems so rudimentary, probably because it is haha.

I’m working. I’m working on finding myself.

I’m working on finding the adventurous girl that became lost and buried in the titles. The titles of mom. The title of wife. The title of house keeper, nurse, provider, care taker and others. I lost me. I lost my joy. I had purpose in those titles but not in myself as an individual.

I joined this amazing community called World Playground. It’s been a catalyst into find myself again. More so than that… it is the very thing that showed me that I lost myself.

I lost my dreams. I lost my hopes. I lost my sense of adventure and the girl that used to dream of seeing the world.

Life became work. Life became a series of tasks to complete. Then a gorgeous soul named Katrín Davíðsdóttir, shared a beautiful quote,

“Be where your feet are.” -Scott O’Neil.

That simple phrase was a turning point.

A turning point to stop looking at everything as a task and letting the weight of daily life drag me down.

I’ve always adored my children and I’ve always been so grateful to God for the amazing blessings in our life such as our home, vehicles, clothes and food.

But I still would let chores frustrate me. I would become overwhelmed at the messes that we’ve created in our home. It was tasks. Tasks that made me constantly in survival mode of getting through day to day life, one task at a time to get through that day to the next day.

Now. Now. I tell myself, those dishes can wait, be present with your children. Take them to the park and get outside. Breathe fresh air. Homework can wait a little. Take them to the park, the laundry will be okay. Enjoy them. Enjoy those moments.

I know life is so so precious. I know time is even more precious and time we cannot get back. I’ve seen lives ended too early. I know. I know that. I get that. But I still was allowing the weight of life to overcome me.

Be. Where. Your. Feet. Are. Be present in that moment. Enjoy that moment. Breathe in the fresh air. Get out of your funk and make the change.

Perhaps this was really two separate entries. Two separate stories. Two separate thoughts into one of how I got to this moment.

Writing makes me happy. I didn’t take the time to write because I let the stresses of the day and the tasks of the day become more important that doing what made me happy.

You cannot pour from an empty cup. My cup has been bone dry for a loonggg time, much do to my own mindset…

Longer will I allow myself to live in that space. Some days are more difficult that others that I have to fight old habits to drag myself out of the door with the kids, but I’m always thankful and so much happier when I do. And so are they.

I enjoy those moments. I’m vowing to be where my feet are. I’m vowing to do things that make me happy, so as writing and swimming.

I am finding myself again. I am happy again. It’s been a long time… and it’s still a journey, but it’s a journey I am so excited about and I’m here for each step.

Not just looking to the end goal, but enjoying the journey and the growth along the way!!

So here’s to many more blog posts to come ❤️