A couple of months ago, I was invited to be part of a panel discussion on the Power of Self Belief and Self Care.
I remembered yesterday the times that I have with you
And visions of the grateful days and all that I have wished for you
It commanded my attention searing its way through my chest, its steady rhythm building to an ominous crescendo, the reverberation ricocheting between my ears as it clutched my throat in a vice like grip.
This week, no fewer than 8 people have said to me, “it’s been a really tough year”, and then gone onto say, “and I know it’s been an especially difficult one for you”.
I have no room on my leaning frame
The seed that’s planted, in the ground
I have no mind for what lays behind
I put no weight on what others find