My last post was in July of last year. I wrote about anxiety and indecision, which followed me through the rest of the year and into 2025. I would think I had a handle on things; and then something would feed my self-doubt, my stomach would roil, and I'd be stalled again. Things fell apart in December. I have notes in my day planner about my goal to keep moving and look for the positive.
I had so much to celebrate with my sons and daughters-in-law and grandchildren over the holidays. They love to have us visit, and we have fun together. I had hope for the new year.
I had a physical in January and passed with flying colors. The problem was that I couldn't stop crying. I was bereft and wasn't able to overcome the sadness. I asked for the name of a counselor to help me get out of the valley I was in. I went three times, and by the third time I could get through the hour without crying.
I had kept moving and it was time to move on.
I chose my word early in the year in the midst of this emotional time, and it repeatedly came to mind: enough.
I am enough. Enough is enough. Enough, enough, enough. Again and again I could shut down my negative thoughts with that single word. Over time I felt better for longer periods of time. I remind myself that I can only control my own thoughts and actions, and I have no control over what other people say or do.
So this post marks the start to my 18th year of blogging. The more things change, the more they stay the same. I'm still here. Life still surprises me.
The journey continues....
