Yes I missed writing yesterday…but to be fair it was the first day of the school holidays and the kids killed my brain!
So I gave myself a little bit more ‘brain’ time 😊
Which my mushed mummy brain needs!
I am going to jump right in, because my son is not feeling well today and is constantly looking for me with sad puppy dog eyes and poorly whines 😢
Here’s hoping I can grab the 5 minutes!
As you know I am joining in with kate and her linkup of talented, lovely bloggers for five minutes of free writing.
This weeks prompt is alive –
Ready, set, go
For the most part I have been existing.
I guess you could say I breathe, I move but I don’t really live.
I have never really loved myself enough to allow myself to really live.
The more I bring myself down, the less alive I feel.
The more pressure I put on myself, the less alive I am.
Piece by piece I fade away, until I will be nothing but an empty shell.
The more I feel that I am just existing and not living, the more I believe to be true.
You know the more you tell yourself something, the more you believe it.
There are so many things I want to do, to see.
But I barricade myself behind my comfort zone – which is apparently the “existing” zone.
But what I really want to do is take a sledgehammer to that comfort zone and allow myself to feel alive.
Being alive and feeling alive are two very different things…and I am the one who doesn’t feel alive.
So I am going to take that metaphorical bungee jump and give myself that rush of feeling alive.
The feeling of wind in your hair when standing on a mountain top.
That rush of endorphins you get when you do something really exciting, to really make you blood pump.
When you heart is racing and you feel a crazy high.
That kind of alive.
That is how alive I want to feel.
I want to feel a metaphorical high everyday.
To know I am truly alive.