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I have a practice of writing each morning.  This was an exercise sharing in a happiness workshop I attending last fall.  You take the best memory from the day before and detail it out on paper the next day.  It allows you to relive something positive and build upon it throughout your day.  I seem to complete this in fits and starts.  Lately I've been writing quite a bit more.  Its a respite from having to say anything because I can empty what's in my head onto the page.

The process I learned also included finding an accountability parter.  My peer in Atlanta, Sherry is the one whom I text with each morning to share completion and check on her.  I love getting those texts it feels like we're in this together.

Lately this practice has allowed me to empty all the thoughts that are in my head.  Not just to relive a positive experience, it allows me to empty all the thoughts in my head.  I will share that I haven't have the deep fear that others speak of, it is more of a numbness.  The comfort of home with husband and daughter is of comfort to me.  My books, Theo, coffee, throw blanket are all things I love.  I also am drawn to the quiet times as well.  Spending time in meditation, yoga or prayer each day is a nice balance to the news.

I've come to believe this is a reset.  The universe's way of powering off and allowing us to figure ourselves out when the noise is removed.  For every single one of us.  Powering down.  Reset.  Strangly enough 'reset' is rest with the addition of one letter.  Rest first, allow the rest.  The world has as stopping in place.  Red light.  Green light.  Stuck on red light.

We have power, we have food, we have one another. It is allowing us time and space to consider what we can do differently after the reboot.  Feel better.  Be better.  Show up.

In the meantime laugh, sing, cry - let it out.  In order to allow the universe to fill us up again we need to ready to receive.  Let it out.  When the time is right we'll all be whole again.  In the meantime - breathe, rest, hydrate, rest some more.

We can do this.  All of it.  We're in this together.

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