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Speaking with a friend of mine from a while back and we were sharing what’s been going on in our lives, arguably moments that have been definitive to how we showed up in this moment… In the middle of all the banter, I talk about some of the upcoming travel that has had me pretty ecstatic previously but this time around evoked a feeling of exhaustion that had been unexplored in a minute.
I sat with it.
Funny thing, it was the one day I’d definitely logged in the hours and left in spite of a meeting that was running over…
I was yet to acknowledge that exhaustion that is still very much a part of the thrill.
Coming back to center.
Balance.
I had in that moment neglected a critical part of the whole thing, I was getting spun into the frenzy and whilst that could give me noteworthy Vogue poses, I appreciated being water. Intentional breaks and a consistent practice at maintaining such deep empathy and love for myself such that I course correct immediately the pattern I’d find myself leaning towards feels self neglecting.
It’s a marathon.
I got to keep reminding myself that and I definitely took the scenic route and that I can stop to smell the roses.
And
Whilst my past is being actively built today, I have to appreciate the discipline that being present provides.
