The year was 2008. I was living on my own in an adorable studio apartment. This sacred space held my heart as I began an epic search to unearth who I was and what I stood for. Like so many times in my life, I felt lost in this great big world. The eternal question “why am I here and what is my purpose?” played on repeat in my head.
Since losing my mom four years ago Mother’s Day has become a reminder that time with our loved ones is finite. We never know when the day will come that we have to say your final goodbye to someone we adore. Either you will have to say goodbye to someone you love or they to you. It is inevitable.
On the first of January, I sat in my meditation corner and thought deeply about how I wanted to move through this year with intention. The end of 2018 felt like a whirlwind and I was ready to slow down. I was tired of rushing from one thing to the next.
I hear it all the time. People talking about how snail mail is a thing of the past. How they don’t send letters anymore. How they don’t even check their mail because they pay all of their bills online and don’t receive anything worth looking at in their mailbox.
On the East Coast, the clocks jumped ahead one hour. This shift in time signifies the end of the dark days of winter and the beginning of more daylight hours after work. It makes my heart smile and breathes life into my tired body.
Thank you for being with me on this journey called life. I know it hasn’t always been easy. I have put you through the wringer. Together we have traversed deep loss, heartbreak, uncertainty, fear. We rode the waves of emotions and even when we didn’t think we would make it through; we did.