Good morning, fam.
You made it through Monday! Huzzah!
Did you get a chance to think about which seeds you’d like to plant? Need a little nudge? Let’s pick a sprite, shall we?
Every New Leaf
I know you may feel like the environment you live in isn’t conducive to growth. The idea of planting a seed or growing may seem like an impossible task, but it’s not. It’s just requires a little more effort and the understanding that sometimes your leaves are going to droop and petals may fall off.
But you can do it.
What do I always say?
Baby steps are progress.
You can choose to focus your energy on a little bit of growth. That can be things like:
taking 5 minutes for yourself to stretch in the morning
eliminating unnecessary processes during your day
remembering to drink water (and take your meds)
taking the stairs instead of the elevator, when feasible
purging your closet to lighten the physical load of your home/room
And these are just a few ideas. I hope you see what direction I’m suggesting.
You can grow anywhere, kid, like a dandelion. They can grow anywhere their seeds fall, and you can, too. And those people who are going to tell you that you’re wasting your time?
They aren’t worth your time. You owe them no explanation. This growth is all for you.
Love,
Your Mom
Don’t Give Up
You ever think to yourself, “Damn, I need an adult,” only to realize that you are an adult? Your mom is almost 50, and I still feel like this!
That knowledge shouldn’t be disheartening, though. Instead it should be a reminder that no one really knows what they’re doing. We’re all struggling in one regard or another, and yes, some of us are struggling harder than others.
But what do I always say?
Your only competition is the person you were yesterday.
Is it dark where you are now? Are you feeling like the world is sucking you deeper and deeper into a depressive mire? Are the only signs you swear you’re getting telling you that this is the best you deserve?
Kiddo, you’ve survived every bad day you’ve had, even if ‘survival’ looks like dirty, hungry and hiding in your bed. Or crying in the shower again. Or feeling like you’d rather be anywhere else but here, alive on Planet Earth.
I don’t believe in grand plans. But I do believe in you.
Please don’t give up. Not on life. Not on you.
And remember, you’re not alone. You don’t have to do any of this alone. I’m here to hold your hand along the way, whenever you need me.
Because you woke up worthy this morning.
Love,
Your Mom
Next Chapter
Change is hard, fam. No lie. The pull of staying where you are, in that darkness you know, can be strong. The very idea of letting every thing, every toxic relationship, burn to the ground is scary AF.
But sometimes that’s exactly what you need to do.
Will it be easy? Kiddo, nothing worth doing is. But you are worth every uncomfortable moment, if it takes you out of your personal hell and into the next chapter of your life.
And I get it: That sounds emotionally devastating.
However, isn’t what you’re doing now already emotionally devastating? Do you feel like you’re stuck in a unmaintained pool where people have pulled out all the ladders to get out?
At the end of the day, you have to believe that you are worthy of a better life. Nothing I tell you will matter if you don’t hold onto the fire to grow. Because even though I am going to be here every step of the way, but I cannot do the work for you.
That’s wholly you.
And yeah, you’re going to stumble. You’re going to fall. Bloodied lip, bruises and aching heart. There are going to be days where you can’t even drag yourself forward an inch. That’s fine. Really.
Life is a dance. A step forward, a step back. Rinse and repeat.
Wipe off your palms when you’re ready to move again.
I’ll be right here.
You got this. You deserve the good that you are due.
Just for waking up this morning.
Love,
Your Mom
Boy, did I need to read this today.Yesterday my walker broke as Erik was out to get crutches- which I confirmed I am not safe to use. So we ended up getting a bariatric walker that is now showing signs of metal fatigue from having mybleg in a knee sling. So I put on my big girl panties and looked into and arranged a wheelchair rental. And then called the doctors office hoping I can get a prescription and insurance to use it. Kind of back-asswards. But I did my best. And all the time I was wishing I had someone else to take it over. But I got it done. And then gave gratitude that I can afford the out of pocket. That there is a chair available nearby. And that people at the DME provider know me. More good news: the chair will fit through the doorway.
Being in a wheelchair is something I have fought as my balance and mobility issues have evolved. I remind myself that this isn't permanent and that I will walk again. But damned if it isn't scary. Thanks for your excellent timing.You're the best.