trust + going inward
We are coming up on one year of living here and me turning 38, despite still dressing like the Delia*s catalog.
Though the landing has felt very right, it’s also been the rockiest one too. Every time I think I find my footing, something changes. Renovations, toddler life, news alerts, relationship shifts. It’s been a lot. Like a lot, a lot as I’m sure many will agree.
I spoke to a naturopath today about my Covid-induced hair loss, which has finally slowed down, thank God. She asked, “Has there been any stress on top of the stress on your body from Covid?”
Uhhhh, yes.
But here’s what I’m finding. Take it or leave it, as with all things.
I love humans, a good handful anyway, but it’s not where I can put my happiness, my worthiness, my sense of Self.
What I can trust and rely on is going inward. It’s not always pretty and I will often look for the escape hatch. But it’s where I must ground and build a foundation for any kind of ease.
So today it’s a quiet meditation. It’s asking myself how I am feeling. It’s grounding my feet into the earth on a walk. I can depend on that. I can trust that. So I’m going to spend more time there, with me, checking in first before I give any of it away. Go inward so I can show up in the world, aligned and soul-full.
Time for the cup to runneth over, once again.
