Beatrice Schultz

If last year felt like the apocalypse I think we need a new word for what this year has been dishing out.
I saw a picture the other day that said “All employees must stop crying before returning to work.” Now I assume this was a sign that had been put up in an office.

As I read the sign over and over I didn’t know whether to cry or be angry with the boss or even to laugh at the insidiousness of the person who had typed it out.
This is a true reality of the world we live in at the moment. The world is weeping. Everyone has been touched by the loss of a loved one or comforting someone dealing with the loss of a loved one.

Stomachs griped hearts pounding we try to get up each day with positivity and we try to keep hope burning that better days are yet to come. Trying desperately to be ok and to make sense of this new normal… It’s not easy, yet we keep going.

As we start this new month breathe… release that breath you have been holding, unclench your fists, inhale deeply and let it out slowly.

You are doing great, you have made it to a new month. Remember it’s not about how many times you fall that matters but rather how many times you get up. Yes there may be times when it takes longer to get up, as you lay there on the ground looking up at the work above you. That’s the beauty of it all, because in our weakness, in our vulnerability that is where we are the strongest. That is where all the masks and all the pretense falls away, that is where we see our true self’s and that is where we can embrace that self and say “I love you.”
Finding joy admits chaos is seeing the little beauties that surround us. The way your hair won’t obey . The baby starting to walk that wobbles around. The antics of a pet, and the absolute best is the innate knowledge that this too shall pass. Nothing is permanent.
Feel the things you want to feel, don’t suppress.

Dance like no one is watching.

Sing like no one can hear you.

Laugh out loud (for real not just with the emoji).Take a walk.

Shake your bottom  .

Winter doesn’t last forever, spring will come soon. So while we wait let’s make the sunshine in your hearts as we allow ourselves to heal and fallow.

“I have been young and now I am old. Yet I have never seen the righteous forsaken or their children begging for bread. “
-Psalm 37:25-