This last week has been . . . significant. Spiritual. There's a crossroads before me, I can sense it, feel it. There's a quiet sort of energy thrumming underneath, an anticipatory sort of excitement rising. I've been here before. A few months ago, I was too uncertain to act.
If I make the right choice here, I can break free of these things I hate about myself. I know it.
But if I hesitate . . . if I wait . . . Not choosing is in itself a choice, as I learned last time.
First I must start making time for myself each night. A time without mommyhood interruptions or technological distractions. A time to just be me as I think, journal, and pray.
This, I can do. And through this, everything else will come.