Change is Hard

I’m not the same person I was before I became a mom.
I’m not the same person I was before leaving for New York.
I’m not the same person I was when I came back to Boise.
I’m not the same person I was before graduating from BYU-Idaho.
I’m not (I don’t think any of us are) the same person I was before the quarantine.

6 weeks ago, I met with a friend who has a professional background in behavioral health to discuss some of my barriers. The walls that I’ve put up in the past that protected me and no longer serve a good purpose in my life. Around that same time, I also found a mindfulness journal written and organized by another friend.

So for the last 6 weeks, I’ve been putting into practice the things that I discussed with my behavioral analyst friend, and utilizing the mindfulness journal. And, I’m not the same person I was when I started and I have much more to growing to do.

I am worth the effort. Because, if I’m not growing… I’m staying still and if I’m staying still, I’m dead… because life is always in motion.