Did you know that when Flamingos give birth they lose their pink, and then eventually, they get it back. I don’t know how long it takes, but I don’t think it was this long. October 1st, I started on a journey of getting back to myself. My son is five and the new mom thing just doesn’t work anymore. I woke up at 6 am, didn’t look at my phone and I got on the walking pad and walked for 15 minutes. That was the first time in 3 years that I did any type of actual physical exercise. I stretched for 15 minutes and I prayed for 15 minutes. It was different. I felt joy. I felt happiness in having an hour to myself to charge and take care of me first thing in the morning. I had breakfast, I got ready, I woke up my boys with hugs and kisses and whispered, “babe, I did it” to my husband. I felt accomplished. For the first time, I set an intention and I didn’t make an excuse. I wasn’t too tired and stayed in bed. I got up, came to the living room, put on Netflix and just did what I intended to do that morning.
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