Maybe my heart just stopped, but my hands and my head haven’t caught up. Haven’t caught on. These are those moments where conscious effort is required to breathe, think, blink and continue to move. Continue to Be.

Cause it is in the wake of what feels like death we need to decide who we were really created to be. Not who we decide to act out as based on emotions or lack thereof, but the character we chose in midst of the tough, or annoying, or really incredibly awesome stuff. Those moments we take a conscious effort in learning just to simply be.

Maybe my heart just stopped, but my hands and my head haven’t quite caught up. And I figure it’s all okay, I know who I am anyhow.