I returned to online life a month ago and posted about metaphorical seasons. Because lately, I’m feeling this lesson hard. Changes. Ebbs. Flows. Ups. Downs. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I’m coming back home to myself. Last year, I finally decided to take responsibility for issues I had been facing my entire life. I wrote about them over here. I committed to not run from myself anymore. Instead, I vowed to take time to stay with myself even when it was uncomfortable. Especially when it was uncomfortable.
I started an intense yoga practice. I began meditating and was diligent about colliding with the present moment. This sounds sparkly and fun and mystical, but let me tell you something: it was arduous most days. Granted, I am a sensitive person too fragile for her own good, so I felt the full scope of the good, the bad, the joyful, and the unbearable.