On the hard days, I wake at 5am. For a few moments, or, what feels like hours, there is a rush of anxious adrenalin racing through my body. It's as though I am running a marathon. I don't fight it. I lay there, allowing it to make its way through my body then find its way out again.
It is a tiring way to start the day.
Thankfully, these days happen infrequently and I can easily identify that I am stressed and that I need to take a break and clear my mind.
Usually, I just remind myself not to catastrophize anything and get on with it.
But ugh. It can be so annoying.
Lately, I have been getting these flashes of inspiration in my mind. Almost like a gentle whisper in my ear. Encouraging me to write. Write a book. Go on. You can do it.
So as a way to start, I am writing in my long forgotten and (currently) unpublished blog.
There is an awful lot I need to write about. This journey of mine hasn't finished yet.
I have been terribly emotionaly lately. Small things have hurt my heart, yet for once, I seem to have a clarity I have never had before. It is all part of the journey. It is all part of the path I am on.
So where do I start? No idea. Somewhere. I should start somewhere.