Today I decided to be gentle with myself. Not Lazy. Not unmotivated. Just gentle, because sometimes the strongest thing we can do is give ourselves permission to take a breath, to rest, to heal and to simply be. Life doesn’t always need a battle plan – sometimes it just needs a moment of grace.
What would happen if today, just for today, you softened your heart towards yourself?
Try it and let me know how you feel.
Today it made me feel calm, peaceful and filled with a hope that all things are possible.
It’s not always easy to say “no” to someone you love or to call out behavior that hurts, but discernment isn’t judgement. It’s wisdom shaped by experience, boundaries and care for one’s own peace.
If someone hides things from you, excludes you or treats you like an afterthought, that’s NOT YOUR FAULT for noticing it. It’s their fault for denying transparency.
You’re not walking away because you want to hurt them. You’re stepping back because you deserve honesty and that’s not selfish. That is self-respect.
Sometimes you have to write yourself a “permission slip.” Remember those back in grade school? They were the ones your parents wrote for your teacher or school telling them that you had permission to leave early, or permission to attend a class trip. It seems so long ago yet as adults I think we need to write one to ourselves.
I’m home by myself this week. Eight days and seven nights of “alone” time and it’s been good for me. The last few weeks have been a whirlwind of travel and my oldest and daughter-in-law came for a visit, so this time was much needed and well deserved.
And during this time, I realized something sacred: “I can.”
I can say no to what drains me.
I can say yes to what lights me up.
I can order takeout without guilt.
I can write when I feel called to.
I can nap if I need to.
I can breathe deeply.
I can be gentle with myself.
I can say: “This is my time.”
This is the freedom that we often forget that we’re allowed to take. Balance isn’t about doing it all, it’s about knowing when to shift, when to rest and when to rise.
Write yourself a permission slip. Remember that this is your time. Live a life of “I can!”
Gratitude isn’t just for the good days. It’s for the messy ones. It’s for the mornings when the coffee spills, the text you hoped for doesn’t come, or when your heart feels heavier than you had wanted it to.
It’s for the days when all you can say is, “At least I’m still here.”
Sometimes, the bravest thing we can do is whisper “thank you” in the middle of the storm.
Find one thing today, one tiny thing, and hold onto it like a lifeline.
I don’t think that anyone is prepared for this day, the day that you lose a parent. I know that I wasn’t prepared. My mom hung on for 10 days and I sat with her each and every day, hoping and praying that she’d pass without pain. She never wanted this and my heart broke each and every time she’d say to me that she’d had enough.
At 3:55 am on Sunday, March 9th, my mom decided that it was time to go and I have to say, I’m heartbroken. We all knew that this was going to happen, and we didn’t want her to suffer yet the pain was far more than we’d have ever imagined.
Today was one of the worst days of my life and one that I know has changed my life. My mom, the woman whose approval I’d strived for my entire life, left this world telling me all the things that I’d wanted to hear all of my life. She took those 10 days to make sure that I knew how much I was loved and how proud she was of me.
I love you, Mom, and my world has been turned upside down. I miss you already and life as I’ve known it for all these years with you has changed. Today the pain is unbearable and my heart hurts in a way that it never has before.
Today I grieve the loss of my mother, the woman who continually gave me a run for my money. Today I am grateful that I finally understand everything about her. Today I celebrate her for trying her best.
This morning I woke up a little differently than yesterday. Today I woke up as an 11 year breast cancer survivor.
Today I woke up with more gratitude than usual, a gratitude filled with more happiness and smiles, love and laughter. Today I count another year of blessings as a survivor.
Today is a day I pray that I continue to celebrate every year.
Today I remember the journey of my breast cancer and the faith that I had to get through it.
Today I remember the people who helped me through my journey. Their love and support is something I will be eternally grateful for and they know who they are!
And today my thoughts and prayers are with those going through their own journey with breast cancer.
Gratitude is definitely in the house more than usual today.
I’m happy to say that I’ve been back in full swing writing the sequel to my last book, “The Mind of a Heart.” My apologies to those of you who have been waiting to see what happens next to the main character of that book. I had hoped to have it done sooner but it’s been a bit more difficult getting back to writing while living in Florida. I’ve been trying to “get my groove back” and it feels as though I finally have. I’ve written over 60 pages and 10 chapters in the last few days. My deadline is my birthday, March 15th, to have the book finished, edited and sent to the publisher.
It’s funny what motivates us to get back into doing the things that we love to do. So often we’re doing so much for everyone else and making them a priority that we forget to focus on ourselves. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in the last month or so is that no one is going to make me a priority if I don’t make myself one.
Life can be strange sometimes but I’m beyond happy that I’m writing again and am finally finishing my next book because it means so much to me.
Do something that makes you happy and make yourself a priority.
“Adult.” I’m starting to believe that this is the word that makes us forget that the above two words are still possible.
I love being called a “dreamer” even though some of the people that call me that don’t necessarily mean it as a compliment, but more as someone with no grasp on reality. That’s so not true. It means that I still believe that all things are possible.
And “magic?” I believe in it. I have seen it on the faces of two people in love, and heard it in the laughter of a child. I have tasted food that reminds me of my childhood and smelled the familiar scent of a loved one that’s passed on. Those things are magical!
And” adult?” This is a term used to depict our age but I believe that we’re as young as we feel. All too often the labels we’re given dictate who we are, what we do or even what we believe in.
I believe that growing old is a gift and believing in dreams and magic is a blessing.
I am a person who is grateful to be growing older as a dreamer who still believes in magic.
I’m always amazed when life offers you a “you don’t see that too often” moment! I had such a moment this morning. The windows are all open and I decided to finish my book while having my morning coffee. I heard a car stop right in front of my porch and three men hopped out with a crate. One of the neighbors was walking by and I heard them say to her: “Do you want to watch us release our homing pigeons? We’re really excited!” Of course, she said “yes” and I immediately put my book down and went out onto my front porch.
They gently opened the crate door and two beautiful white pigeons, also known as “release doves,” flew out. I watched them fly far away and within minutes turned back. It seems that one was completely trained and is teaching the other one to return home. They lived a few miles from here and were going back home to where they would return.
This was truly one of those “you don’t see that too often” moments in my life because I have never seen that before.
It was such a beautiful sight to see, and I read that two doves flying together represent peace, harmony, companionship, support, hope and love. What a beautiful meaning!
Happy Sunday and I hope you have a “you don’t see that too often” moment in your life.
Anne Dennish - Writer/Author 