Ah, it’s spring! The season of new stories.
It was everything I new I had been looking for, but didn’t know what it was until it was exclaimed from my yoga teachers mouth.
The last month of bustle was delirious and delightful. Great connecting with my love and adventures abounding. 38th birthday, Paris, weekend with his family, NYC for 30 hours and getting our home whipped into shape.
Monday’s stillness came along with my hormones and all the things I haven’t had time to process as well.
This week has been a journey of unpacking those things and allowing myself time to find my identity in this next phase of life. Me, the non gypsy, the attached committed lover, the being content in my stillness and figuring out what is next without my inner negative voice undermining me.
Intentions and mindfulness. It is an art in itself. I need some dedicated me time, and then I need some more work for my bills I want to pay down, and then I want to travel, and have a great body, have great sex, get married to my love, have babies, take great photos, HAVEITALL. It all doesn’t bring happiness though. It’s being content where I’m at, with what I have that does. It is simply perspective and gratefulness that does it all.
Grateful for my hair on my head, my eyes and my fingers. For my boyfriend who on a daily basis reminds makes me feel like i’m wonderful. For my job that allows me to be free if I want, or busy if I want. For my beautiful home, and all of its warmth and comforts. For my family and their love and patience. For my friends and their desire for community. I have all the things I could possibly ever want.
