The older I get the less performative I want my life to be. The more inside out I want to live. The more grounded I want to feel. Calm, spacious, and kind. Ease and release.
I keep visualizing balloons lately and letting them go. People, thoughts, worries having them all float away.
I love this season so much. I don’t love the short, dark days but I love our intentionality. I love how we actively work to add light to these days. I wish we did that all year long.
I love having advent calendars because they infuse a little December joy into every day.
This year I got a candy one and a decaf-tea one. Every day, I get to have a pot of tea with different flavors I would otherwise never try. Some are a hit and others a miss but either way, I love the ritual of boiling the water, brewing the tea and pouring my cup from the pot.
That’s a long time. I am grateful for all those years of togetherness and changing and growing together. We celebrated by climbing together and then eating at what turned out to be a terrible restaurant which we laughed about for quite some time.
Today was the kind of day I wish every day in this vacation had been like. I spent some really lovely time with a friend this morning and then came home and did some journaling and finally got up to exercise and almost immediately felt better than I had all week. Then I meditated for 10 minutes.
Then I made my spinach, water and orange drink and some peas and corn and rice. And now my whole body is sizzling with the leftover energy from exercise and I feel so deeply grateful.
I wish I would do a better job remembering how good this feels. Ending the vacation in a high note at least.