I am always so busy being ME.
A mother obsessed with getting the parenting thing right.
A professional focussed on tasks and impact.
I am constantly striving, thinking.
Of miles run, and the time taken.
Of books read, and stories unwritten.
My life is frenetic, and would not want it any other way.
Lost on that lonely trail. With nobody in sight, and no idea where I was. I could forget myself. The birds were chirping, the sun was rising, the trail wound on. I could be one with nature. And I was.
Sometimes, it is good to just BE.
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