Life can often throw hard curb balls.   Some times, they hit you in the chest and take the wind out of your lungs.   Some times, you get hit with 2 balls, and go unconscious. This happened to me recently. Not literally, but metaphorically. Two very different hard balls came flying towards me with hurricane havoc.   One just completely unraveled me.   The other left me   unable to get my personal consciousness/navigation straight.   Because I have been knocked down, it is time for a time out. What does an adult time out look and feel like?   I am in a place I’ve never been before.   I’m in a place I’ve not imagined for myself.   Its not scary, but its uncomfortable.   It’s a place that I’ve asked for, but it’s a place that I don’t yet know how to navigate. The facts are that I’m deeply and widely supported.   I know this in my soul, and with the outpouring support evidenced by many in my life.    However, ...

    This year and summer has been unique.   I’ve found myself busy, but without tangible outcomes.   I’ve enjoyed the days.   I’ve rested, discovered, and I believe I’ve recovered.   From what exactly? I’m not 100% sure.   I feel that it was a soft time.   A time that was post crisis. I’ve been so pre-conditioned to insulate from   trauma and crisis, that the notions of soft, easy, and care free are foreign to me.   Over the last 6 years, I’ve been blessed to experience external layers of soft, simple, easy, and protection.   While I’m still required to produce and protect, it was nice to be able to   just be. It wasn’t until recently that those words held gravity for me.   Just Be.   EXIST. I am a firm believer in manifestation. Something I requested years ago was to earn more, doing less.   Lo and behold, this has happened for me.   The craziest part is that   it was intentiona...