The Garden of my Thoughts

I am by no means a perfect woman. I cry, get upset at my husband and ignore him, (thank heavens he has patience for me in this one), I experience self-doubt, judge myself harshly; all sorts of human things.

The grand drama of being alive resides in me.

I think that's the part that keeps me laughing, that it is a grand drama being human. We are full of operatic events that we talk about, rant and rave about, cry over, have sleepless nights over, and on and on.

But I've lately been trying something new. What I call tending to the garden in my mind. To notice that there are weeds that choke my happiness, aliveness, joy and fulfillment.

So, I've taken on challenging my thoughts. Like: 'why would I think that?' or 'what purpose is being served if I think that way?'

Just stopping long enough to ask the question disrupts the 'normal' thinking of worry, doubt, and fear. That is when I breathe.