A Winter’s Tale. How to follow in the footsteps of Mother Nature.
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A Winter’s Tale. How to follow in the footsteps of Mother Nature. I’d often feel, in the past few years, that I’ve been experiencing countless different lives, yet this year (and a half) in particular felt like an entire life in itself. I had to really push myself (or better said, I’ve been forced by my body caught in a whirlwind of increasing anxiety and insomnia) to take a real break last autumn (from work, from overthinking, from constantly punishing myself for not doing and being enough). A battle, I’ll tell you, a war within between a brain suddenly overflowed with creative ideas, an inner craving to do and be everything everywhere all at once, and my default saboteur - all in the detriment of a succumbing body (and spirit) that was screaming for a time out. I’m in a much better place at the moment and I no longer feel I’ve lost precious time, but rather like I’ve shedded parts of myself that were keeping me from being alive. Yet I still need to make conscious efforts to slow down and release the pressure on myself when things get tough (ideally before this happens). Old habits die hard, but hey! It’s a process. Even now, at the deathbed of a tornado of a year (formidable and shattering altogether) the impulse to cross the line (as if this life is only made of start and finish lines) in full force is real.
A Winter’s Tale. How to follow in the footsteps of Mother Nature.
A Winter’s Tale. How to follow in the…
A Winter’s Tale. How to follow in the footsteps of Mother Nature.
A Winter’s Tale. How to follow in the footsteps of Mother Nature. I’d often feel, in the past few years, that I’ve been experiencing countless different lives, yet this year (and a half) in particular felt like an entire life in itself. I had to really push myself (or better said, I’ve been forced by my body caught in a whirlwind of increasing anxiety and insomnia) to take a real break last autumn (from work, from overthinking, from constantly punishing myself for not doing and being enough). A battle, I’ll tell you, a war within between a brain suddenly overflowed with creative ideas, an inner craving to do and be everything everywhere all at once, and my default saboteur - all in the detriment of a succumbing body (and spirit) that was screaming for a time out. I’m in a much better place at the moment and I no longer feel I’ve lost precious time, but rather like I’ve shedded parts of myself that were keeping me from being alive. Yet I still need to make conscious efforts to slow down and release the pressure on myself when things get tough (ideally before this happens). Old habits die hard, but hey! It’s a process. Even now, at the deathbed of a tornado of a year (formidable and shattering altogether) the impulse to cross the line (as if this life is only made of start and finish lines) in full force is real.