Life It does not knock twice it does not pause for hesitation. Nor does it wait for your fears to settle? It moves forward onward steadily like a river that never forgets its direction and we we must choose whether to ride its current or drown.

There are so many beautiful souls,Strong souls brilliant souls who wake up each day and pour their energy into an empty well. They give and give until their wells are dry. Their backs are bent and their hearts are wear. All in the name of being enough for others all the name of not being alone all the name of chasing acceptance.

I am here to tell you that not every invitation deserves your RSVP not every cry deserves your answer Not every argument deserves your voice and certainly not every relationship deserves your time. There comes a season in every souls’ journey when we must learn the delicate but powerful art of saying no. Not with bitterness but with wisdom not with shame but with clarity not because we do not love, but because we have learned to love ourselves enough to protect our peace.

Your time is energy and your energy is life.

So be mindful of where your life is going.

Every moment that you give to someone who drains you is a moment taken from something or someone who might lift you up.

Every hour spent trying to prove your worth to someone unwilling to see it, is an hour stolen from your calling, your joy your divine assignment.
Don’t be so available to the world that you become unavailable to yourself.

Don’t answer every knock on your door, every call on your phone, every pull on your spirit. The world will always ask for more but you must know your limits. You must know when to retreat to refill and to restore.

I have seen women give their best years to men who never cared for them. I have seen men waste their strength trying to earn respect from people who only wanted to compete I have seen dreamers bury their gifts because the voices around them are louder than the voice within.

But let me tell you that the clock is still ticking. There is a garden inside of you, but it cannot bloom if it is trampled by distractions by guilt or by misplaced loyalties
Dr M. Angelou