Keep Talking Keep Walking
I begin each early a.m. with slow, steady, turtle steps as I whisper to my legs, my back, my sometimes ornery sciatic nerve,
shh,
shhhhh,
it’s allllll good,
pleeeeeeeeease, don’t hurt me.
& yep,
it’s true,
getting old(er) has it’s not so wonderful moments, but hey, ya do whatcha gotta do and
30 minutes in, back to normal,
I am.
YaY
Within this half hour, daily ritual, as I’m back and forth-ing through the front room and kitchen, I look out my window,
say Hi to Jesus,
encourage myself to
and that, yes, indeed-y do,
uh-huh
& 99.9% of the time,
I do.
Something does.
Somewhere in this trying to keep things positive vibe, oh say, approximately the 10 – 15 minute mark, my brain takes a sidetrack into a mushy pile of doubt
doubts about me,
doubts about my writing skills,
doubts about the how and why-s of certain someones who inhabit this planet,
rehashing mistakes and what-ifs …
URGH
5 minutes later, I pull myself out of the muck I’ve stepped into, snap out of the dismal and all is swell.
But today,
oh, today, out of nowhere and just because, while in this zombie trance
the teeniest, tiniest, shiniest, most beautiful voice inside of me quietly coaxed …
keep talking, keep walking
keep talking, keep walking
keep talking, keep walking
& like a heavy load lifted,
those doubts suddenly, unassumingly, magically,
poof,
disappeared and I was left with a peaceful, spiritual, calmest of calms.
& for the UMPTEENTH time, my
reminded me,
& yep.
Keep Talking
to YOU
Keep Walking
with YOU.
forever,
I need, I must,
I promise to be.
🙂
p.s.
I ♥ our new mantra.