Here I am. It's Monday 28th September. Monday is always a good day to start a project. Even better, a Monday in Spring. I write as I sit in our office with a view of the garden. The grass is a deep intense green. It's the first week of the school holidays and I hear the cheerful sound of children's chatter. My health is good. I live in a beautiful home in a beautiful country. I am insanely and abundantly blessed. And yet, a sense of deep discontent rises up in me on an almost daily basis. This dissatisfaction with myself and with life is dragging me down and robbing me of the treasures that surround me. Life is short and the days become years. Nothing is guaranteed. It is up to me to make the most of every single day - to change what I can and accept what I can't. They say happiness is wanting what you have. It's time for me to embrace my messy beautiful confusing self and live each day as if it were my last.
My intention with this blog is to write my way out of this discontent...with my body, with myself as a wife, as a parent, as a friend, as a teacher, as a sister, and a daughter. With who I am in the world. When I listen to the stories in my head I realise I am filled with so much cynicism, so much negativity, so much sorrow, so much despair. I want to get these stories out of my head and onto the 'page' so that I can unravel them and get to the root of where they came from...and then figure out a way of rewriting the Story of my Life.
Where do I start? The only place I can possibly begin is right here. One step, one breath, one word, one moment at a time.
The longest journeys begin with the first step.
I have taken the first step.
