More like my weekly journal.

I promised myself I’d show up here to log a journal entry everyday for a year, until my next birthday. Most days I end up breaking that promise, and I feel badly.

Truth is, some days I do show up, hovering with my fingers over the keyboard, speechless. Sometimes the my mind is so cluttered I just don’t know what to say or write.

Each day brings a new struggle for this HSP. From figuring out the least rambunctious cafe where I can go to work on my Recovery book. to juggling my vasty differing ventures simultaneously with increased momentum. How to pick up my acting career. How to mend my broken heart and appreciate a new relationship amidst my healing. How to earn a living so I can stop tapping into my savings. Balancing paid gigs with passion projects that cost more than they produce. Worrying about my biological clock ticking. Fretting over the sun beating on my skin cancer in sunny Curaçao despite my best efforts. Balancing work with play, despite feeling nervous about not earning money when I’m out adventuring. Reminding myself to place mindfulness before all else. And finally, maintaining my sobriety so that I do not lose all the of the potential for an amazing life.

Is it any wonder that on days when I don’t know how to prioritize, I end up paralyzed….?

If you’re new here, drop a line in the comments about your biggest struggle today, and you plan to thrive or simply find serenity today!