Sunlight peeks through the dark curtains. Awakening the room; the night has already passed. The darkness that lies within shine with little balls of light.
The fresh brewed coffee waiting on the counter.
Stepping outside to hear the birds sing. Signs of life.
Using this time to not over analyze the thoughts that rummage around of a to do list. To not fear of the future. To not crawl back in bed to sleep away the dark depression. To not reflect on what happened in the past. To just be in this present moment of what is.
Enjoy the simple little things a Sunday has to offer. Thinking…. Every darkness comes in waves of light. “All lights turned off, can be turned on”
Every thought feeds a feeling. A feeling that can overcome your whole being if you let it.
Every action feeds a habit. Every habit feeds a pattern… and the choices reflect your path on choosing which way you want to handle the darkness that lies within…in one day, in one hour, in one breath.
To let it control you and swallow you whole to the point of feeling non existent….
Or… to release it for one moment and return back to yourself.