Lessons of Late

Inbetween the craziness of having barely any time to call my own, I am posting a few old poems from my original blog, but I do also plan to do posts like this one, as well as sharing some favourite music and penning some more poetry.

I haven’t had a lot of time to reflect, but themes in life have a way of screaming for attention at times. I happened to stumble across a life coaching video by a lady called Lisa Corduff and it got me thinking about priorities. Often life sort of just happens to me and around me and I feel a constant state of overwhelm. Lisa’s video helped me initiate a family conversation about what truly mattered. I’m still pondering it and being helped by it.

One of the necessities which I threw away when life got tough, was music. I only have to see the way my daughter sings and dances at every opportunity, to see what I would (still) be like if I didn’t get so stressed and caught up in the to-do list.

So today I’m challenging you (and myself) to get back to the heart of things. Stop worrying about someone else’s stamp of approval. If it’s important to you then it should be given time. Waiting for an opportune moment could prove a waste of time. Some things can’t wait and so many people could be blessed along the way.

Published by mezruth

I enjoy personal writing (poetry and prose), editing and reading. I want to share my writing with a new audience, dusting off some of my older poems as well as writing new material. The aim is to encourage and inspire!

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