Ebb and flow. Some weeks I have an abundance of energy and inspiration to work really hard at my job. Other weeks, I sleep in, lounge around the house, and enjoy the pause. It’s taken me years to be comfortable with the ebb and flow. To give myself permission to do what I love (my work) for as many hours of the day that I can. To let the mama guilt go. To let the myth of balance go. To let inspiration blow my life up in chaos that inevitably feels really satisfying in the end. And then there is the harder permissions to not work at all and just sort of, I dunno, hang around and absorb the ordinariness of the days. I love both. Ebb and the flow.

Lately I’ve been thinking about how the older I get, the more introverted I become. Yet I act as an extrovert in my job. Ebb and flow. The introversion, for me, is about getting quiet, listening to my whispers, and creating enthusiasm about something I’ve come to believe in. The extroversion, for me, is about communicating the enthusiasm. But the introversion comes first. And it requires a lot of this: sitting, quiet, thinking.

slow down - Kelly Rae Roberts

Slow Down – print available here

I am so grateful to this home, to this life that we’ve created. Not one day goes by that I don’t bow in gratitude to this most fortunate season.


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