Micki's Musings

The world is weary. Put your ear to the earth and listen. You can hear her softly sighing. Sometimes she groans with the weight of us And shrugs her shoulders to make us move. She is restless. She tires of our petty raging and selfish angst. Her soil soaks up our tears And her sky absorbs our screams. She is engorged with our suffering And wants to purge. But instead Her soil sprouts green grass and tall trees Through our weeping. Her winds sweep our screams away And the sun shines through the clouds. She rolls beneath our anger and sorrows To show us a new day. She carries our weight Holding the burden of humanity And ever gives. Today, I felt like the world. The fog has been persistently rolling in lately, and I've been fighting it off again. But a deluge of "stuff" weighed me down today. Frustration, loneliness, heartache, mourning. I needed some cry time. So I took it. Then I found an article online with a beautiful perspective shift: &quo

Drama has slightly abated, so real life has begun to settle in. That's okay with me. I continue to have energy and stamina to care more about "normal" things--until I drain myself because I still suck at self-care. But I made some goals. Nothing huge. Nothing unrealistic. I have an idea of where I want  to be, but that is not where I am right now, and that's okay, too. Even if I get to my "ideal," I will not stay there permanently, because I am human and life is cyclical and I am striving for progress, not perfection. My main goals are big things. I have a main spiritual goal, a main physical goal, and a main temporal (financial) goal. In order to get to my main goals, I have created steps. I haven't listed out all of my steps, just the first one. The first step is all I want to focus on right now, so it is the only one I have listed. I wrote down my goals and my step 1s. I will work on those. Once I feel like I have attained some level of consiste