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A lot has happened this year that has my household reeling, except that I also don’t want to forget what got me here in the first place.

Taking my time. I’m guilty of thinking I can remove chunks of time to get to a destination faster. But I spent the majority of my life doing that, and failing at every turn. I am accomplished, but I listened to outside sources, often. Their way is better.

It never was.

The day I slowed down, and realized I was doing more than enough, everything worked out for me. The journey is more important than the destination- you are going to miss everything trying to get to the end.

Or worse, lose parts of yourself along the way. The lessons I’ve learned and patterns I’ve broken have taught me that I achieve far more when I slow down, and breathe.

It is also okay to remind yourself. Walking quickly doesn’t guarantee you’ll finish sooner, but you will be out of breath!

I did not possess this – stepping back and correcting myself. I would move forward. My disappointments came from allowing people who meant me harm to influence me, and rushing to get something published or seen.

When it finally dawned on me, everything was understood. I do not want to part from working in that way.

And yet, I will always learn something new. Especially, since I am still alive.