Always, I find some sort of daily reminder about being in my own business. About not projecting my own shit and insecurities onto others and situations, and remembering that my breathe is all that I have in my control in any situation that makes my breath short.
I try not to walk that pathway that assures me of my fatal flaws; both the ones I've carried for decades and the ones that echo the memory of all the things she said/noticed/felt about me and who I am.
Some days, weeks even, I have a grasp and I'm able to let the things I can't control fall aside. The light and dark ebbs and flows. Noticing that there are both in my life makes it feel less a burden when I'm down in it, but acknowledging isn't fixing, and at this point in the game I know that that's the point.
I love those days when the struggle is lessened, my heart is lighter and my mind feels free.
Happiness is not the absence of problems, but the ability to deal with them.
