After the rise and fall, the ebb and flow.
After the intermission when the silence was loud.
The screeching, the crash, the wailing.
After the madness of more.
I found less in August.
Less meant more.
More time. More quality. More substance.
I stopped chasing my tail.
I was a dog in a rat race.
A race that had manifested itself as an oasis.
A race I was not going to ever win until I embraced less.
Less also meant less. Less regret. Less doubt.
Less anxiety and the good Lord knows how anxiety would be my end.
Less meant less control.
Less time thinking of what is going wrong.
Less time feeling I was the only one who could solve all my problems.
Less has opened my eyes,
to the feel of grass between my toes,
to the pain of laughter with friends,
to living like a 5 year old,
to finally let go of the breath I was holding on to.
Less has brought me contentment.
It has brought me peace.
It has brought me focus.
It has brought me gratitude.
It has brought me,