This year has been cracking me open in so many ways. I’ve had to learn new ways of doing things since having my baby Flynn 4 months ago. You see, he doesn’t care if I want to meditate first thing in the morning because he’s hungry and he wants his food now! (And by food I mean, I’m the food source). I want to work on the blog but Flynn’s having a good old chat on the play mat to his toys and I’m torn because I also want to join him there and delight in the simple things, just like him.
And it’s easy to look back on what was. The independent life. It’s easy to dwell there. To get frustrated and long for the old you. You look at the new you and you’re trying to figure out how to blend it with the old you. You want to move forward but you’re stuck. You sabotage yourself. The old rules just ain’t working for you anymore. Your sparkle has been dulled. Something happened to you and it’s rattled you to the core. Or perhaps you’re just in an entirely new season and the newness of it all is hard to navigate.