The Soft Life
This.
This is "the soft life".
Well, it's MY soft life.
And let me tell you, it's HARD!
The hardest part about the soft life is getting to the point of accepting that
It is MY responsibility to give it to myself. No man, no job, no boss, no parent, no child, no friend
Can, should, or will give it to me.
I have to give it to myself.
Even when it's hard.
ESPECIALLY when it's hard.
When there are others' needs all around me
You know, the kinds of needs that trigger My need to be needed
My need to be seen
My need to do because I've confused doing with being.
The soft life is a choice.
Just like freedom is.
And joy.
And peace.
The soft life reminds me that when things are hard, I have choices
And I can choose myself, first, not last.
The soft life is knowing what I need
And knowing the signs when those needs aren't being met.
It's giving myself permission to give it to myself, without hesitation.
Because I deserve it
And I'm worth it.
But it doesn't come easy and sometimes, it's really hard to choose the soft life.
I do when I remember
And I surround myself with people that will remind me when I don't.
The soft life has room for errors and mistakes
Because I am, after all
Human.
The soft life tells me perfection is an illusion
And chasing it will keep me from doing what I'm here to do and being who I'm here to be.
The soft life has time for rest, retreat, and retrieve.
Because I know, understand, and accept That I can't pour from an empty cup.
And it continues to be up to me to fill myself.
So I choose.
I choose the soft life
Knowing that I can do hard things
But I don't have to prove it.
This is "the soft life".
Well, it's MY soft life.
And let me tell you, it's HARD!
The hardest part about the soft life is getting to the point of accepting that
It is MY responsibility to give it to myself. No man, no job, no boss, no parent, no child, no friend
Can, should, or will give it to me.
I have to give it to myself.
Even when it's hard.
ESPECIALLY when it's hard.
When there are others' needs all around me
You know, the kinds of needs that trigger My need to be needed
My need to be seen
My need to do because I've confused doing with being.
The soft life is a choice.
Just like freedom is.
And joy.
And peace.
The soft life reminds me that when things are hard, I have choices
And I can choose myself, first, not last.
The soft life is knowing what I need
And knowing the signs when those needs aren't being met.
It's giving myself permission to give it to myself, without hesitation.
Because I deserve it
And I'm worth it.
But it doesn't come easy and sometimes, it's really hard to choose the soft life.
I do when I remember
And I surround myself with people that will remind me when I don't.
The soft life has room for errors and mistakes
Because I am, after all
Human.
The soft life tells me perfection is an illusion
And chasing it will keep me from doing what I'm here to do and being who I'm here to be.
The soft life has time for rest, retreat, and retrieve.
Because I know, understand, and accept That I can't pour from an empty cup.
And it continues to be up to me to fill myself.
So I choose.
I choose the soft life
Knowing that I can do hard things
But I don't have to prove it.
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