I need to be ok with not doing everything. It’s a hard lesson to learn for someone like me. My obsession with being “productive” is extreme and not always the most helpful. It means I can’t just sit and binge on Orange is the New Black (although I need to so I can finally be done with Piper’s frustrating antics, until the next season), or read all day with a tea in hand.
There are periods when I will stress each night because I need to be ticking things off my never-ending list, doing life errands, or creating something new. I actually like being busy, and generally thrive off it – until it all gets so much and I crack. Meltdown and life questioning ensue.
Right now I need a class in getting back to my roots, it’s only taken 3 weeks of Sydney living again to get me to this point. Friday night will be a forced movie / reading / just browsing the internet time, and I will re-teach myself to cherish that and know it is ok.
I am at peace when I can revel in the beauty of nature, or the insane craftsmanship and talent of others. Somehow Brooke Holms’ photography is summing up my life perfectly right now. A road leading to the unknown, a foggy mountain (i.e. my brain) and little trees scattered everywhere (i.e. my busyness / task list / hyperactivity). Yet it is all so calm and placid at the same time. So, life, settle.
(Images from here)