Resetting the mind - The unhurried journey of healing

My healing is a process. An unrushed journey. Sometimes doubt creeps in and I wonder if there's progress. Yet deep within, a voice confirms that there is and there will be. Though unhurried even invisible.

And it is in this little tweaking and modifying the thoughts that are making a difference. Those tiny habits every morning-making my bed, writing for 5 minutes, and expressing gratitude, eventually grow and lead to new ones.

Every so often, the old routine finds its way, but I said it's ok. The fact that I am mindful of slipping back into the old pattern is in itself progress.

I am aware and that's good.

Changing mindset on just about anything -- relationships, finances, health, as a part of one's healing is essential and is a lot of work but everything is intertwined. Refining my thoughts about money leads me to be more organized, to be more mindful, and more patient. It stirs in me to learn and create more.

There is still progress to be made. I am taking small steps instead of holding back and staying put - not doing anything and being ok with the situation is what will cripple my body and mind.

And the beauty of an unhurried journey to healing is having the chance to finally get to know oneself--giving it the utmost love and affection no one can EVER give but MYSELF.

Thank you for joining me on this wonderful journey.

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Vacation over

It's kinda hard to get up early again after 2 weeks of staying up late.I've started taking the girls early to bed and of course, they're awake at around 6h30. My husband on the other hand has started working and I think he misses his late mornings. Now it's back to normal sched again. Now, I'm lazily doing my chores and still hoping that my mug of coffee will take effect soon. How do you get back to normal routine after weeks of vacation? You might also like: and I need a new pair of shoes!!! Destination - - Paris, France Retiring with Papa Piolo? Finding Nemo EVERYWHERE!!

Our mid-week get away in Dijon

Dijon, one of the cities in France, was the destination of our mid-week get away. The city,which is well known for its mustard,is a 3-hour train ride from Genève via Lausanne. As I've mentioned in my previous post ,this was my first time to visit the city. We arrived mid-day to a gloomy surrounding and headed to Quick, sort of Jollibee here. Yet,the real treat was in the old town. Walking on the paved street for me was like being transported to another era. Aside from Musée des Beaux-Arts Dijon, we were able to visit Cathédrale de Saint Bénigne and the Notre Dame de Dijon. However,due to time constraint we were not able to visit other places. Our evening meal was in Le Théâtre des Sens, a small but cozy restaurant and where I've tried escargot. Yes, I did and blame it on the kir! Our dinner was really good,the waiter was very cheery and accomodating. We stayed at the Hotel Des Ducs where we spent the rest of the night watching crime scene investigation. Ah! the joy of havin...

Let it snow, let it snow--man!

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