After a full month of traveling to CA to teach and then to NYC for Gudrun ambassador fun, I am home.
HOME. There’s something about flying in/out of new-to-me airports and returning to a newish home/town that has me feeling more deeply rooted here. Autumn is here and the air is crisp and my heart is full.
I arrived home from my travels to a looooong to-do list, all kinds of commitments, and a packed schedule. After taking a few inhales/exhales, I promptly cleared my schedule this week of anything that wasn’t 100% needed.
Hello, self-care. Hello, creating freedom. Hello, slowly changing my default from go go go to nope nope and no. The lists can wait. The schedules can wait. The inaccurate measuring sticks of my worthiness can wait.
You guys! This work of unlearning and not defaulting to old patterns is REAL. Not sabotaging myself of the present moment is soul work. And I am grateful.
I haven’t laughed as hard or as much in the last many years perhaps than I have in the last couple of months since moving here. I want to protect that space, that sacred lightness of being. Noticing the changing leaves this season helps. Volunteering at my kid’s school is LIFE. Slowing down my mornings is grace. Creating tons of spaciousness in my schedule and saying no to just about everything makes me giddy.
Freedom has been my word this year, and it has changed everything for me. And I’m so, so glad to be home in all the senses of the word. Home to myself. Home in my family. Home in my creativity. Home in my self-care work. Home.
How are you out there? How is your heart? I’d love to know.