Gray Skies
Changes are coming. My joints are telling me that and they are on full alert.
I am not busy, busy all the time during a day . . . my day. Sitting and watching the world go by from my bedroom porch allows for thinking. I feel at this juncture in my life I have peach, I am at peace.
Peace doesn’t come from fixing or explaining. It comes from stepping back from nonsense that drains you. Distance may feel harsh at first, but constant pressure is worse. Some live in drama and making noise. staying close to that steals your energy. Peace means fewer reactions from either side and stronger boundaries. Remember this . . . access to me is a privilege, not a right.
Some days are meant to think, to ponder and perhaps even talk to yourself out loud.
Someone once said “if you don’t let people experience the consequences of their behavior and actions toward you, you’ll remain a safe place for their worst behavior.”
All of these thoughts came about after Marianne left after we had enjoyed lunch together. It was so enjoyable, I felt true peace and the thoughts just rolled within me and out of me.
With that I will take my leave. ♥