Just thinking

Goodness gracious gosh.

It’s nothing new for ‘me to be open about my own life and thoughts to a point; it is different for me to engage in controversial topics that I’ve brought up.

The thing is…these things are no longer up for controversy in my mind. It is high time we have hard, honest and open discussions to better understand and love each other.

White privilege, white fragility, police brutality, broken systems…so much change to be implemented!

I never anticipate changing anyone’s mind through social media. It’s not my job to do that anyway. I greatly cherish when we can consider another perspective and perhaps open our world wider to see more than the life we live.

I have a billion questions running through my mind. I am deeply searching my own heart, my beliefs and my actions. I do not feel guilty being white skinned anymore than anyone else should feel bad for their own skin color. I do feel a call to action and away from apathy. No person should be treated differently based on race, socioeconomic status, gender, sexuality, etc.

I am one infallible human who very much wants to know better, do better and be better. I am prayerful that we are all looking inside ourselves right now and seeing how we can make improvements that translate to loving others well.

Let’s have open hearts, critical thinking and respect for one another. Ask yourself, “Is what I choose to share designed to further my personal political agenda, be disrespectful to others and carried out without thought to how my words are affecting others?”  Maybe reflect on these before sharing.  Then, by all means…share!

What’s with asking others to unfriend or unfollow on social media if  different beliefs are at play?  If a person’s words are too much, how about quietly doing what you need to do without announcing it to the world?

Value one another more than that…diversity is where it’s at!

Happy Thursday. xo

Live Well

Honestly, the coronavirus makes me a little bit nervous. A wee bit for myself but mostly for other people.

That big ole stroke in 2009 threw it in my face; Life is fragile and life is fleeting.

I manage what I am able as healthily as I can. The truth is and always has been, I am not in control of the number of breaths I am gifted with. Nobody is. We can manage ourselves but we ultimately do not decide when our last breath will be.

I spent plenty of time this week reflecting and struggling with underlying anxiety. There’s always that part of me that is like, “what would my kids do without me? “. Mom worry. On top of that, people that I love dearly are hurting, and I can’t fix it. I’ve had to take a break from seeing my clients in group settings in the name of healthy social distancing. I think…a lot. Too much. All of these things are tough.

The gift…there’s always a gift amidst the chaos…I have time to revisit what it means to me to surrender to the God who cares for us all and to trust that no matter what, in the end, everything is going to be OK.

The reminder… I have this moment to celebrate life, because every breath is a celebration. Live it and live it well.

❤️happy Friday loves!

HEALTHY = HEAL + THY + ?