It amazes me how often I allow the stress of my life to overcome, well, everything. I forget to simply breath, or enjoy a moment of true silence. I go, go, go, and am left completely drained by the end of the day. As of recent, I have began to make it a point to sit down, to breath, to simply enjoy the simple joys of my day. It is not easy, not one bit. I am learning to accept my stress, but to also realize I can manage it, as we all can. I am in the process of learning to be, just be. I am relatively sure that the process of "being" never results in an end, but it sure does make me enjoy my days more.

I sit and stare out of our dirty window

The golden leaves glimmer against the purple ombre of the clouds

My coffee mug warms my hands and the steam tickles my nose

I can hear the small creaks of the house slowly awakening

In the distance the thunder rolls

For a moment I am at peace, I can breathe

And then,

The stresses of the day try to knock at my door

I feel the overwhelming weight of a nonstop schedule

I hear a constant whisper reminding me of all that must be accomplished

My peace flees me, my breath shortens

I stop,

I stare at the window once more, it is still dirty

The leaves are still as golden as they were against the purple clouds

I hold my coffee; the heat continues to warm my hands while the steam rises to my nose

Small creaks have yet to cease, the house still awakens

The thunder has only grown louder as it rolls in

My peace is restored once again; my breath deepens

I choose,

To accept that which I cannot control

To lose myself in the simple moments, rather than my schedule

To drown out the sounds of all that must be done, with the sounds of what mustn’t’

To be, just be