A dear friend of mine copied a page out of a book for me and I found it this morning while making my coffee. It seems particularly appropriate right now, so I thought I would share. The first time I read it, I actually felt more stressed out, as there were so many things I wasn’t doing right. But the more and more I read, the more I love it. And maybe, just maybe, one of these days I’ll make it to bed at 9pm.
Is there a woman alive who doesn’t suffer from stress? If there is, seek her out, ask her to share her wisdom. When you find her, I’d be willing to bet she’ll offer the following suggestions:
Taken from Simple Abundance: A Daybook of Comfort and Joy, by Sarah Ban Breathnach