The past two weeks have been some of our hardest. By “our” I mean for my family. My ex-husband is still my family, he may not consider himself such, but I do. We have children together, three of the most beautiful souls I know, so we are family. My son, Jeremy age 12, lost one of his very best friends. Tommy Mark passed away in his sleep of an unknown cardiac issue. Tommy was a beautiful 12 years old, his whole life ahead of him. I can’t wrap my head around it. I just can’t. Seeing my son in pain is almost too much for me to bare, but the fact that I can see him in pain, I see him. I have him. I am counting my blessings everyday. Gratitude and appreciation for how very precious every day is.
I started a morning ritual last week. I wake up and I read a passage from the book “What I Know for Sure” by Oprah, then a Bible passage, I continue by writing in my journal, and finally I meditate. I realized that I have been running for too long. Running from myself. I have been motivated by fear. I now want to face fear - I am going to look fear right in the face. I know for sure that I have not acted from a well thought out place in the past. What I mean by that is I haven’t really been listening to my inner voice. I haven’t been thinking about me. How and why I make the choices I make and how the choices I make will affect me and those I love.
So my new morning daily ritual serves not only as nourishment for my soul but also as a reminder that I must keep on going. On mornings that I don’t feel like it, I do. Why? Because it feels good when I am have. I feel nourished, motivated and clear. My morning ritual is a reminder that I can and I will persevere through adversity. It is an acknowledgment and affirmation that making mistakes does not mean failure and that I can get up and try again.
Continue to Ascend to Your Highest Self.