One Hundred and Fifty Five. I’ve about 2 minutes to write this and have to turn the laptop off. And have 25 hours with no laptop, no phone, and no writing. I was journaling today and yesterday! I’m so grateful that I was. For I haven’t been able to access my world in a while as it just wasn’t safe enough to do so.
Mindfulness. I was practicing mindfulness last night when I couldn’t fall asleep. Focusing on breathing. Letting myself breathe. Then noticing different sounds or sensations that came in and out of focus. It’s not the mindfulness practice that I’m grateful for here so much as the ability to be mindful. To let myself be. Without freaking out. Without immediately tuning out and cutting off. Not like I tune out so far, but enough that I hate it. I love it when I’m able to be with myself. I’m grateful for the moments I’m able to do so.
The ability to be mindful. 155.
So long as there’s life, there’s hope.
Every moment is a new moment – what will the next moment bring?