Believe

This photo popped up on my feed and it felt like fate as it says all I need this week.

I’m in court on Wednesday, I’m feeling uncomfortable with decisions that are being made, and so I’m doing my best to make things as good as they can be for my children. Knowing the system often won’t or can’t do enough to protect them.

Then on Friday I head off to take part in the London Marathon to run for a Domestic Violence charity. Refuge. This is my first time running this far. I’m scared. I’m excited, but I’m positive I’m going to SMASH it.

Positive thinking and putting one foot in front of the other is what’s got me to today, and what will get me through, what is probably one of the most physically and mentally extreme weeks of my life (Baring in mind I have given birth to twins. ).

When you get to the starting line, you never know what lays in front of you. You just know to get to the finish you have to keep on going.

And do you know what?... I don’t need luck.

I just need to believe in myself, and my gosh I do. I now believe in every ounce of my beautiful and amazing mind and body. Every part. The doubt. The fear. The joy. The bitter resentment and hatred I feel towards individuals who have treated me and my family the way they have.

My powerful mind will take me to the finish line in every sense. I will use every ounce of anger I have to focus and drive me in being the ambassador my family needs me to be.

I won’t wish you luck this week either. Just step into your power and meet your struggles head on, in a mindful way.

Believe