Do you have trouble forgiving yourself for mistakes you’ve made? Let this be your reminder that you’re human and you will make mistakes. Beating yourself up as a way to not make the same mistake again may only cause turmoil in the present. Instead, look toward the future and ask yourself, “What could I do differently next time?” and work towards forgiving yourself again and again...👐👐👐
Sometimes it can feel like you’re walking in a dark hallway with no end in sight. But with time comes clarity and looking back over your own life you can see when things felt like they were falling apart they were really falling together. So when you find yourself in the darkness remember that there’s a light that you just can’t see yet.
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"What you stay focused on will grow." —Roy T. Bennett
Life is a marathon, not a sprint.
Stay consistent. 🏁
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Adventure images from the globe... places you and I wouldn't dream of going...but one day will!
Everyone of our prints is FOR SALE and if its for business, well then it’s a tax deduction.
I love watching Georgia get excited when she sees a dandelion and then makes a wish. I never want her to stop believing in life or herself. #believeinmagic and #dandelion .
‘When you look at a field of dandelions you can either see a field of weeds or a field of wishes.
A short reminder to look for the good. And to wish you all a happy weekend!
Imagine, you went grocery shopping, no cart, only big heavy bags, and you are carrying the heavy bags around on your own, how do you feel when you FINALLY put them ALL down? ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Probably this feeling: AAAAAHHH FINALLY! ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
That’s probably how you will feel when you take the DECISION to walk away, leave, end, snip snip ✂️, toxic, negative relationships out of your life. ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Worth it? You answer that. ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
It doesn’t mean that you will be cutting off EVERYONE like crazy, lol no 😂. ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Just want you to be a bit more aware of who to keep spending and investing your energy and time on and who to take a pause and repair certain misalignments. ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Treat everyone with RESPECT,
You GET what you GIVE, ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Faz meu coração ouvir Tua voz
Me chama pra perto
Só assim eu não me sinto só
Porque, na verdade, eu descobri que tudo o que eu preciso está em Ti
Mas meu coração é teimoso demais pra admitir
Sei que depender é como viver perigosamente
Mas eu preciso acreditar e confiar no que Você me diz
Eu sei que, mesmo sem entender, Você está no controle
Então, me esconda no Teu coração
Me amarre a Ti pra eu não desistir …
E mesmo que minh'alma grite e tente me fazer voltar atrás
Eu vou confiar, eu vou descansar
Me lançar no Teu amor
Anyone who has ever grown up and moved far away will attest that doing so is strangely disorienting, since it throws the concept of home out of wack.
Surely, home could only ever be the place where your family is from (and still live), where your great-grandparents settled, where you’ve grown from pea-sized to college grad, where you learned to ride a bike, and a car, and had so many 3-way, sixth grade phone calls.
But spend long enough in a different place, and it, too, starts to bear the markings. You learn the roads (or the ones to avoid at all costs), which shops have the best ice cream in town, and who to call if your tankless hot water heater stops syncing up with the in-floor radiant heating. You grow your business, and you buy a house, and a car, and the feeling of familiarity creeps up on you like age: the place you’re in, the place you live now, it feels a lot like a home does.
And the more you go back and forth between the two–between old and new–the more perplexing the dynamic feels, and the more intangible the concept of home becomes.
Is home there? Is it here? Are there two? Or do the two somehow cancel each other out to equal none?
Until eventually, you realize: home is neither of those places. Not really. Because home is not a place.
Home is not a geographical location you can spot on a map. It isn’t in a city. And while we can be at home in nature, nature isn’t really home.
Lovely as the concept seems, home is not found in another person, either. Our beloveds are touch points, not dwellings.
Eventually, you realize: home is in me.
Home is in my body.
My body is my place of origin, and my insides are my only true and most familiar terrain.
Within me is where I cultivate comfort, where I crave the ease of wellbeing, where I return to for safety, and to process the events of the day.
Home is not a place I leave or return to, but a feeling I take with me.
At home on the earth wherever I am.
At home with my family and friends.
At home in my work.
Home in me.
Home IS me.
From the #LiveSimplyByAnnieBlog post #MondaysMeditation On The Real Meaning Of Home