The death of Kim Porter has wrecked me this weekend. I did not know her personally, but in learning of her death I feel so connected to her. I feel so lost about how she can be taken away from this Earth when she still has such young children. No day on this planet is promised and a celebrity life isn't more valuable than a regular person, but whenever I think of her I think of her as a mother first. She emanated care. Intentional care for her children. I think about the older boys and how the loss of a mother can devastate at any age and then the twin girls who are 11. 11 years old. I'm thinking about them having to navigate Hollywood life without their mother. A mother who had been through it and could guide them. I think about her friendships and kinships and those who knew and loved her. I have been so incredibly sad about this and took a while to place my own feelings surrounding her death. Then it hit me. I see parts of myself in her. My life as a mom, caretaker. Selfless. Always on go. Constantly caring for and about my loved ones sometimes to my own detriment. It can be a curse. I pray she is at peace and that her family finds solice. I am promising to be more mindful of how I treat myself because I don't know how much time I have left with those I love and those that love me. I can't take care of them if I am not here. Rest well Kim Porter.
Just letting it flow. I haven't written in while because I have been getting away from myself. Missing appointments and not making time to write in my planner, not blogging. I have become consumed with doing for others once again and not taking care of my own basic needs. I drive everywhere, take the kids everywhere, house planning and construction, prom planning, kid activities while trying to stay a relevant business woman and a decent wife. Tired as always, but as I sit here out on the porch during this rain storm with my 3 girls I realize that I am blessed more than stressed. So that's what I'll end with
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