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Deep Breath....

Five minute Friday....writing for five minutes with a prompt, without editing, just letting the words go.


Deep Breath....

Go.

Deep breath and pray. Give thanks. Thanks for ALL that is given. Every moment. Easy and challenging. The beautiful as well as the ugly.

Deep breath and begin again. Live in that place of grace that allows us to wake up new every morning, to new sun, dew on the grass, another chance to get it right.

Deep breath and forgive yourself. Don't live in that nasty place of "what if I did it better?" Let it go and do it better next time. And if you don't get it that time either. Be grateful for yet one more chance.

Deep breath and LIVE. Live loved. Love others like crazy. Live like you mean it.

Deep breath and smile. You don't do it enough. None of us do. If we are giving thanks, beginning again, forgiving ourselves and living loved how could we not be smiling more?!

STOP.

Ok there it is. I'm at work so I get distracted in my five minutes. I'm loving writing again. It's one of my very first loves and it's so nice to be getting reacquainted.

Comments

  1. Love this post!!! I love "Deep breath and forgive yourself." I needed to hear that. Thanks for sharing you thoughts. I am definitely going to smile more tomorrow thanks to your post. :)

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  2. Agreeing with Carrie. Forgiving yourself, the hardest thing to do and yet probably makes the most difference. It's what we're studying this week in our Mom's group. The book is called Total Forgiveness and it's a good one! :)

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