unchanging priorities
First and foremost: family. Always has been, always will be.
Second is my goals.
then comes the jumble:
my friends, my neighbours, my commitments, my health (see why I always get sick? I have to re-prioritise some time), my leisure time.
If any of these change, it's almost like pulling out the building blocks from under me.
I want to be wise, generous, humble, confident, resilient, kind, diligent. That's the sort of person I want to be.
And something is finally making sense to me. Well, starting to make sense. I am allowed to put things away. I am allowed to bury them until a few years later when I look at it again, they'll be barely recognisable. Time will soften the edges of things that hurt. Maybe what's left will resemble the general shapes of everything that was good. Moments that made my heart soar. I might remember them, and if I do, I'll smile.
Sorry if nothing makes sense. I am in the middle of establishing who in the world I really am.









