Finding My Stride

I hope on the day you decide to read this journal entry you find yourself well and if for some reason you aren’t – I pray that changes soon.

I always try to be transparent in these entries, because authentic living is a rare gem that I think this world needs more of. I personally want to know that I am not the only one who struggles, who is overwhelmed, and at times discouraged. The highs are phenomenal, but the lows matter too. They are often woven into the tapestry of our unique story.

 Written in the fall of 2022

Today has been a culmination of a marathon I’ve been running for the past two weeks. My responsibilities in life have tripled (super blessed), however, I had not changed my stride. I thought I could keep running at the same pace. I quickly discovered that to be a lie. I am writing from a place of exhaustion, both mentally and physically. I feel like a runner who signed up for a full marathon, having only practiced for a half.

 Something has to change!

The biggest change: My initial response is “no” to everything in this season. I need time to evaluate my capacity before making knee-jerk decisions. I have to make space for my priorities, rest, and even my wants. My tank needs to stay full for the amount I am pouring out this season. As a former people pleaser, my stomach still cringes when I have to say no, but knowing there are people who are relying on me to say, “yes to my needs first,” helps ease the discomfort.

One of the ways I love to destress is through art. My own personal art therapy is essential to my overall wellness. Even with the weight I am carrying, I have carved out small moments to make some art this week.

I doubt I am the only one navigating a new season of weight. I will leave you with what my Aunt Doris G. reminded me this week, “you will find your rhythm.”

-Briana Ariel