I’ve decided to start writing for five minutes each day. In 2014 I started walking five minutes each day, and it’s led to over seven years of moving almost every day, and living a much healthier life. I know it sounds like a small amount of time, but it works, it helped me develop other good habits, so I am going to give it a try. I know I’m worth the five minutes, and who knows what I will come up with each day.
I’ve been writing since I was a little girl. I used to write poetry when I was ten, in my Hello Kitty diary. Even then I knew that writing would heal my pain and open my soul to new possibilities. I’ve gotten away from it, but I want to come back. So this is my plan; write five minutes a day, and see where it leads.
Today I’m feeling anxious. Anxious about our home, the thought of not being able to afford to live in our hometown. The thought that we will never make enough money, or be wealthy enough to own a home where we live. It’s a scary feeling, and I don’t know that many people who are feeling the same way.
If we give to a community, are good people and citizens, pay taxes, serve our neighbors, why are we undervalued? Why are we expected to be more, earn more, buy more? We are good enough, just as we are, even if society doesn’t support that viewpoint. I’m working on really knowing that I am enough. It’s hard. I ain’t gonna lie, but I’m trying to realize it is a temporary feeling. I will work through it and past it and I will come out stronger on the other side.
If you are feeling less than enough, I hope you know you are enough, and you are right where you are supposed to be, right this minute.