This morning I pulled my journal with the intention to write until my hands went sore. Have you ever had the urge to write but when you sat down and put pen to paper, the words came forward in such a rush that you felt the need to pause, take a deep breath and focus on the thing that worse heaviest on your heart?
Well, that was me today. I am learning that as a highly sensitive person, I need to write the stories of my days to make meaning of my experiences. It’s how I practice self-care, and it’s part of how I honor and understand myself.
So I closed my eyes, and in the midst of the flurry of words, one truth rings loud. It is a truth that I need so desperately to be reminded of days like these. ‘There is enough grace for today‘. So I put pen on paper and wrote only those words, and as I write, I ponder their significance in relation to the things I am about the face today. Yes, there is enough grace for today. Knowing that those were the word for today, I close my journal, make my coffee and I get on with the day. I do this because I understand while I can write about anything and everything, sometimes, the words I need to hear and be reminded of, they write themselves.