What the Pause Gave Me

I was anxious.

My mind, scattered.

My body, restless.

My loved ones, nowhere to be seen.

I needed the noise to stop.

So I sat with my journal. Pen in hand.

I wrote everything－my dreams, my fears, my plans.

The words spilled out onto the page.

The tension eased. Soft, like a sweet release.

My mind quietened.

My body relaxed.

My loved ones, back in sight.

Writing didn’t fix things, but it gave me the space to be present.

Practice pausing.

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