Something has been changing.

I think my body speaks very loudly. My body has been ordering me to raise my children since their birth. It bound me in motherhood so tightly and seemed never to let me free. My body is very very strict, like a drill sergeant. I had to work like a slave. It didn’t allow me to use myself for myself. What I was provided was just enough to keep me alive. However, after my eldest child was accepted into high school, the bond loosened. My body gave me some space for myself. I am very happy. But I wonder what part of my body is controlling me.

Picking up the scattered litter outside the litter box is also an experience of being alive. I am experiencing being alive. That is what I felt this morning. I want to hold on to this feeling.