I get to thinking about how long I have carried things around with me; things I am not certain I will ever unload; things buried so deep they are embedded in my soul and perhaps beyond my reach. Is it even baggage anymore or has it broken down and been absorbed? Is it in my blood and bones? I wonder
We get attached to people, things, jobs and then one day we realize we are no longer driven by passion, but rather routine and obligation. We are too comfortable and it’s killing us. Fear keeps us in places we’ve outgrown just as much as it forces us to change and step out of our comfort zones.
It has been an arduous journey to this point. Sometimes it’s hard to recognize when you’ve had enough; to know when you are ready to level up, but I have finally arrived, and I am ready to start doing whatever it is that I need to do to feel like me again.
I am ready to return to myself.
I have spent a long time being unkind to myself; in a multitude of ways. It stops here. I am no longer showing up if it’s draining me and making me miserable. More boundaries and less apologies from here on out.
I am going to take better care of myself. I am going to read more, get out and enjoy nature more, and write more. I will feed my body better, go for walks, blast the music and dance like a maniac around the house. Maybe in my underwear.