The Soft Place

practice contentment was my word card for the day.

This felt spot on seeing that I'd woken in the dark next to Michael, chest humming with nervous energy, mind at the starting gate. Buzzy, buzzy, buzzy bee mind.

practice contentment

Practice holding myself, this life, in the soft place, allowing things to be just as they are, rather than what I wish them to be. Letting it be enough.

Earlier, before the bus stop and dog walking, I'd said to Michael, "I'm happy in so many ways. Our family. You. Me. We're good. We're for each other. But..."

There was the but.

But... money, uncertainty about work, the future, all the unknowns. 

Drop the but.

practice contentment.