I spent the last week at a cabin in the middle of no where, Montana. I didn't realize how much I needed to just sit with my thoughts; something that, in the past, had been a scary thing for me. I used to make my schedule so busy that I didn't have the time to think, fearful of negative thoughts. Now, I am learning to sit with those thoughts, get to know them and put them to rest.
I stacked some rocks, I sang a lot of songs; loud and obnoxiously. I snuggled the two senior pugs that I was caring for. I explored the mountains and celebrated a dear friend and her acceptance to the nursing program. I watched one of the loveliest (and badass) humans I know, blow out her birthday candles. I checked in with myself. I was honest about how I was doing. I talked about the hard things. The not so pretty things. I baked a lot of goodies. I ate a lot of carbs. I waltzed in the middle of the living room to Chris Stapleton's cover of "Amanda" over, and over, and over until I was sleepy.
And I remembered that everything is going to be okay.