I woke up this morning with a brief thought. Who would I be if I didn’t experience domestic violence from my ex? It was a random thought. But I allowed my mind to stew on it a bit.

I am learning to move slower with greater intentionality. I’ve moved at such a fast pace for the past decade, that it feels weird to go slow. I am the queen of multitasking (which is a learned skill I am not proud of). My mind is running at supersonic speed often. It takes a conscious effort for me to be fully present and focused on one task at a time.