Goodbye June. I bid you farewell. Oh the lessons you brought were expensive. Some may even say priceless. I don’t know what to carry with me into July but, I do know what to leave behind. I leave behind anything and anyone that weighs me down to the point of exhaustion and near death.

I imagine the wings of birds are heavier wet than dry. Sometimes, a bird has to wait it out until the storm is over to fly again. Maybe in July I will let my wings dry. I think it’s time I pen a letter to some people. I think it’s time I sit “this”one out. I think it’s time put parameters around my mental health and physical health. I think it’s time I screen my calls more. I think it’s time I do my work quietly with joy.

My work. My calling, my interests, my dreams, my goals, making and creating new ones and accepting new assignments. Relinquishing myself from other duties and muting noise that disturb my peace. It’s time to shift into slow gear so I can focus on the scenery and be very, very intentional on what I am doing with my time. Who’s getting it? Be intentional with my mind. Who’s taking up space without paying rent? What’s taking up space. I think it’s time to recommit to meditation.

June was no more brutal than the these other months have been. I realize now these are trials and tribulations. Not a season I am in. Yet, there are seasons within the two. I am paying more attention to my finances. I did pretty good coming off vacation and I see where I could do better. I also see some things I will never do again financially (doesn’t have anything to do with my the vacation) and I will sparingly do. I turn my attention back to small upgrades on my home and saving for a rainy day.

~Nikki