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Whoops.

Well. Here we are. 381 days later. 

My last post was December 31, 2019, and had a rather hopeful tone. Then 2020 said "grab my beer" and the world slowly fell into shambles. You know. We ALL know. And, if for some miracle, you've been living under a rock just Google 2020. And that's enough about that for now.

The last several months have been nothing short of a mind fuck, shit show. (BTW, as a refresher, this blog is not SFW or children) I've had to re-evaluate every aspect of my life, most importantly my mental health. 

I've been searching for ways to re-center and find my way back to Helen. Baby steps.

And this blog is one of them. I'd like to spend less time anger-scrolling on Facebook and more time putting my thoughts into words here. It's my little corner of the world that a small group of people can join in if they want.

I have a lot of thoughts I want to share moving forward. But there's time for that.

For now, I want to re-start this with a little bit of happiness. I found this after a YouTube rabbit hole one night of searching Mr. Rogers and had forgotten how impactful he was on my life and the lives of millions of adults who are currently struggling through a dumpster fire of an environment. After watching the documentary on him, Won't You Be My Neighbor, I realized we could all use a little of his goodness.

I invite you to take a few minutes to watch this and think of the people who loved you and helped you become who you are. 

A friend watched this and replied with, "I have a few thank yous to write...some of which won't ever be sent."

This, for me, is one of the most basic mindfulness practices out there: to take a moment to think of people who loved us along the way. Some are here, some have passed, some came for a while and went, but they will forever have an impact on our lovely lives.

Who did you think of?

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