Every night I sit in bed with books.
It's not all for the reading, it's a mix of journals and education.
A space for reflection.
A page to rant, a rant that turns into a realization.
Oh I've been bad. Or I've been good. It's all relative.
I try to wake up and flood my head with positive thoughts about the day, and it mostly works.
I don't like to rush in the morning. So I never do. I used to have to wake up and run out of my house still half asleep, I hope to never do that again.
Recently I feel like I've been running a little more mindlessly than usual. Powering through things without taking the time for gratitude.
I try to stay in a state of mostly amped but the slowing down is so important.
The meditation makes me, I do not do as well without it. It's easy to prioritize in the warmer times, lately I've been in a rush for really no reason at all.
Winter is a time for slowing down. I need to take advantage of this time.
Back to my books now…