I don’t want to get caught up in The Lie, People.

I really don’t.

Yet, I do.

In fact, I’m willing to bet I get sucked in to a thousand different lies throughout any given day.

I temporarily forget. I get sucked in. I started rushing around like everyone else.

Go Go Go.

I drive faster. My heart seems to skip a beat. I’m overwhelmed. I start to get annoyed, easily frustrated. I hear it in my voice.

I can pull myself out of this space much faster than before. My work in progress self is progressing.

I want FoH to see a Mother who places the important stuff first — and everything else is simply secondary.

So I will take my time. I won’t speed. Because it’s not like I’ll get to where I’m going any faster. I’ll take more deep breaths. More yoga.

Especially in class. Yes, especially there. Why aren’t we doing yoga everyday in our schools?

I’m not rushing. I’m pacing. Going at me-speed. The best kind of speed.