Lately, I have been letting the thought of being in the moment, stew and simmer.
Beautiful intention, unless a person is experiencing a true episode of clinical depression.
I’m still thinking about this oh-so-important-moment, and I will keep thinking about this moment…but you know what? All I can do is be the best person I can be—at this moment. That is the only choice I can make–to love and be me–right now.
Twenty-five years ago today, I became a new mom.
Thirty years separate us, which is nothing.
One person separates us, which is everything.
It is not he.
It is not me.
All I can do—is be.
Hang in there.