Saturday morning thoughts (or poems? Not sure but I’m feeling poetic 🌹)
I’m sitting in bed as I write this, the soft grays of this cloudy morning peaking in through the old blinds of my new apartment.
Thinking about what I want to do as the day stretches out before me.
I promised myself I would start getting out into the early light more, waking up my mind and body before joining the dance with the rest of the world.
There’s a rose garden nearby. I’ll walk there.
But the roses aren’t in full bloom yet. They aren’t even out of their buds.
I never knew why roses are always admired in full bloom though.
There’s so many stages to the life of a rose.
So many layers in those petals.
I think a rose is most beautiful in its final stages.
After it’s blossomed and begins to soften.
Delicately and peacefully shedding one layer after another.
Relaxing into the wisdom that it was never about its beauty.
It was always about how gently it lived, and how gracefully it let go.
Life by Design was born out of a need for my own self-healing after decades of unresolved illness. It wasn’t until finding the courage to look within that I discovered it was my own belief system holding me back from experiencing a truly thriving life. We all have access to that thriving life. We just need to rediscover our power and ignite the healing-self. Only then can we unapologetically live a life by our own design.