It's only Wednesday and I feel like I've lived four weeks over the past four days.
Tuesday began like any other day really but little did I know what was about to transpire. You see it's been a long time since a gift was delivered to me not wrapped in shiny paper with sparkly bows or glittered tulle. And let me say this, those types of "gifts" don't seem like ones when they are delivered, that's for sure. In fact, your first inclination would probably be to send it back marked "return to sender" because these "gifts" aren't wrapped beautifully, they're hard to look at and even harder to hold, yet gifts they still can be.
The contents of my gift came by way of candid conversation, a very candid conversation. One at times, I found difficult to bear and although I tried to prepare myself for the answer to a question I asked, knowing the person "delivering" was a straight-shooter, I was ill-prepared for what was shared...
Read more from the SheHive's Mindfulness Coach, Jennifer, at The Serendipitous Soul.