The universe liks to fuck with me sometimes. Sirs still in the hospital and my stomach is in knots.
I’m an effort not to explode I turned to that damn daily meditation book and the title is “who I am”
It goes to explain that things people have told us become part of the core of who we think we are. It is what creates self doubt.
Instead of getting a mantra to repeat, it’s a writing assignment. List all the things you are until there’s nothing left, just the words I am….
This is something Sir worked so hard with me to accept. Hes taught me to embrace who I am.
SO later when I know he’s ok I’ll do this and then say the words ” today I experience who I truly am.
For now, I’m worried.