I stared at the ocean twice this week {mesmerised by the rhythm of crashing waves}.
On both days the ocean seemed to hold so much strive and purpose {intent on getting things done}.
And I've been feeling a little the opposite {watching days unfold and struggling to find my own rhythm in their speed}.
Weeks like this floor me {leave me overwhelmed, wondering and eager for a new day}.
Mid-week {and again today} I realised where I was heading {a feeling of disconnection coming from my soul}.
And so {with help from a friend} I remembered to hold my heart close {and listen for words of ways to make a change}.
I trusted time and I trusted my body {and they trusted my heart}.
I meditated and I practised yoga {and gave thanks for two little girls who sleep at the same time}.
I recieved calls from three girlfriends I haven't spoken to in weeks {and gave thanks that our friendship is stronger than time}.
I looked into a dark early morning sky {and gave thanks for the day that was, and the lessons learnt}
I watched the sun rise and gently transform the sky from black to blue {and gave thanks for a new day and a shining sun}.
I chose to believe the words that keep coming at me {today will make you stronger for tomorrow}
And on the bumpiest of weeks, I gave thanks for the practise of gratitude {and the many blessings it allows me to see}.
Elisa xx
{Grateful I can find gratitude no matter the week's happenings ~ linking to Kidspot's 52 Weeks of Grateful}
What are you grateful for this week?
Today every step forward has involved a side-step {hop and jump} before taking another step in the right direction.
Two hours to get out the door {halted by a toddler tantrum, three nappy changes and a missing shoe}.
And then when we finally ventured beyond home I jammed my finger in the pram {the same pram I open with ease every single day}.
Back at home I soothed a baby to sleep with a cuddle and feed, then three minutes of quiet, and a defiant little miss two wakes.
Soon I find a mosaic of shredded cheese and sultanas on the carpet, cleaned up just before the next mess {yoghurt and a trail of toast crumbs} arrives.
I'm confident I've spent half the day bent over {with my butt in the air} picking bits and pieces and mess off the floor.
I'm half frazzled, half dizzy {and wishing dinner could cook itself}.
That's how today goes {so far}, with a feeling of I'm not getting anything done, or close to the end of today's to-do list.
So I've made a done list - a list of everything I have achieved today {even if most of it was a side-step and never made the original list}.
Looking at this list makes me see I've actually accomplished something on a bumbling mess of a Tuesday {even if it includes rescuing a toddler who got stuck inside a seven month old's toy}.
So despite a whirlwind day, it turns out I've done quite a bit. And now I'm off to have a cup of tea {shared with little miss two, of course}.
Elisa xx
Are you a to-do list person? And do you have days when it feels like all you do is pick mess up off the floor?
