What Happens When I Let Go

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"when I let go of expecations of where I should be, sometimes I'm delighted to find myself where I am."

We put so much pressure on ourselves to be in the right place at the right time. To be exactly where we think we should be, right now. Whether it’s a physical place or a place in our recovery, we are full of “shoulds.” I’m working on letting go of my expectations of where I “should be,” physically, mentally and emotionally. Don’t get me wrong, not all moments are delightful. Many are a real struggle. And I have memories of moments I don’t care to relive, nor would I wish them on anyone. But sometimes, when I let go, I come to an awareness in the present moment that even though it’s not perfect, I’m perfectly content. And those moments are the moments I live for.

Wishing you well,

Jenna ❄️🌟😊

P.S. This is my first post in a couple weeks. Between work and the holidays, things have been really busy. I’ve definitely missed writing and connecting with everyone. I’m making an effort to clear space in my schedule to keep up with the writing and blogging 🌟💙

P.P.S. Follow me on Instagram @wishingwellblogger 🙂

 

Reblogged: That Awesome Time I Ran Out Crying

FINALLY sharing a post by my friend Sharon Yvonne at Curious Queendom. This epic post is just what you need to hear if you’ve ever made a mistake in your life. Oops, guess what, that’s all of us! Sharon Yvonne is strong and she’s got it goin’ on so check out her blog.

Curious Queendom

When I was a kid, well teenager, actually like 2-years ago, I was a serial hider of mistakes/imperfections. You may think that I’m talking about big mistakes, but no, the mistakes were silly, like a-hole-in-my-sock silly. The idea of someone being behind me when I tripped could send me looking over my shoulder every few seconds and scanning the ground for all those devious cracks and rocks.

Needless to say, big mistakes and glaring imperfections could break me down completely. I remember, about 3 years ago, I was having the second-to-worst week of my life (yes, I can definitively say that). I was going through a lot. I was lost in my own head 90% of the time. I remember getting lost during conversations and having to guess what my appropriate response should be when the conversation had obviously paused for my input.

Anyway, during this week, there was class…

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