Rainy Day in LA



It's always nice to have some rain in Los Angeles. One of the things that I love about the rain is the sound it makes when you're getting up in the morning. It's so relaxing and calming. This morning, my son and I were woken up by the heavy rain pour that was coming outside our window. I felt my son's fingers lingering on my face as he was trying to wake me up. I open my eyes and there he was, my son's beautiful eyes smiling at me. I didn't realize how early it was, and I was reaching for my phone I realize it was only 7am. I scratch my head and realize that my son was still on Daylight Savings time. 

My mind and body are still adjusting to the time change. Adapting to the change will be a challenge because my son hasn’t adapted to it and probably won’t. The last two days I have been waking up earlier, making dinner earlier and going to sleep earlier. I don’t how long this will last but I’ll do it until my body adapts to it. 

The vibes that this weather is giving me is the reason that I decided to take the time to check in. I knew that I was going to stay up a bit longer than usual to see the election results, so I took the opportunity to write for a bit. I realized that been thinking about a lot of things and I need some therapy check in time. And no, I am not referring to talking to someone but writing down how I’m feeling. As I have mentioned before writing has become my therapy and I rely on it to keep myself in check. Sometimes I might publish it but most of time I’ll keep it hidden. The purpose of these check ins is allow myself for a sense of self during the days that I feel stressed.

It’s not easy to find a balance between oneself and motherhood. But moments like that I experienced this morning are priceless. Those are the moments that keep me going, These check ins will allow me to find a balance and make better decisions for myself and my family. 





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