Missing Out

When I rush, I miss the beauty of life that surrounds me.

I miss out on opportunities to play and to be myself.

I miss the sensation of the wind blowing in my hair.

I miss the beauty in my daughter’s smile.

I miss the beauty of what it feels like to be in my body.

I miss the sensations of my breath ebbing and flowing.

I miss the beauty of the setting sun as it drops behind the horizon.

I miss the beauty of being present in this very moment; the sweet smell of the rose misses my awareness.

Recognizing that rushing only causes me to be frustrated without improving my outcomes, I now choose to approach this life differently.

Just for this moment, I choose to feel my feelings to their fullest, to breathe in and experience all of the beauty that surrounds my being. I choose to be present in the now. The gifts I receive are infinite. I am grateful for my freedom to choose differently.

Namaste

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Published by Tiffany

Writing out my thoughts has helped me to gain a new perspective of myself. In sharing these writings, it is my hope to help others to better understand themselves. It is my belief that with each of us who chooses this path of greater understanding of thy self, that it inspires others to do the same. This building momentum is the force that drives me to share, for in my vulnerability, I find my strength. I believe that you can also find yours there. ~~~In reading some of my posts, you will see that growth is not always pretty. It is in breaking apart and coming undone that a seed sprouts and breaks free of its own captivity. It is also out of mud that the lotus blossoms. ~~~Please join me in seeing the beauty of growth within the deconstruction of our limiting beliefs. ~~T.C. View more posts