reset my self (space intended)

Resetting was an important step today. I have struggled the past week understanding my perspective, approach - strengths and weaknesses. Namely in regards to trying to name my blog.
I ended 8 days of struggle with this set of ideals. relaxation - meditation - physical strength & wisdom - and the fruits to focus on: (in order of personal understanding) peace, joy, love, gentleness.
I stretched and took deep breaths. I soaked and cleaned my face with a warm cloth. I meditated on centering my body over the a pen laid straight in the middle of an open notebook and on my steeping earl grey white (its bergamot is good for the mood).
I worked on lengthening and strengthening my arms and legs – I started 2 chronicles and thought about what my picture of greatness is – And I focused on the order of my home, the laughter in my heart, the support I demonstrate to the ones I love, and the care I show towards my children, my anger, and my body.

If you are wondering why I listed anger above, please go to a book store immediately and look up Thicht Naht Hahn.

I could go different ways with this article. This, I suppose, is the root of my trouble. Where do I go with this? How do I want to present what is on my mind? Do I define what I write about now or do I answer that in time? Is it the detail of my life that gives me exercise or the specific verse read that brought me to my knees in humble understanding? Is it more about the past and healing or about the future and progress? What is it exactly that I am doing when I type? Talking directly to somebody or to myself? If it is somebody, am I talking to God or a friend or a stranger - or it is really all the same?
decision made: same
observation made: all three
And I also suppose it is really about the past and the future and how the present is affecting me, a woman of many moods. Like moons to Jupiter, i wax and wane. Poetic by default, if I could speak entirely in abstract mobile words, you would see my violin dancing with plaid pants. Did you get that? If so, you are invited to my birthday party because you must know me well.
I will end this evening with the smell of baby lotion on my hands and a clean white cotton sweatshirt keeping me warm. Laying in my bed, I will pray and think about the people I have heard, hurt, and helped. I will most certainly be focused on tomorrow and checking off all that I want it to be (for joy). Most of these tasks will bring peace and show love - carried out w/ gentleness; I will have allowed God to work through me.

In sincerity’s interest, I avoid the obvious humor in my observations tonight. In my heart, I understand how to stay straight when debating myself because I cannot debate the truth, and the truth is what makes me whole. What I love makes me whole. And so I blog.