I’m sitting out on the balcony, really loving the breeze and the trees and the birds and I’ve been thinking about going home in four days.
How much I miss my little girls and my husband and my home.
This is the first time since I was eighteen years old that I’ve been able to get out of bed when my body is ready, go to bed whenever I want to, focus on projects that bring me joy..uninterrupted, cook, reconnect with the things that make me feel happy and good.
I have been..so present. And so..in love..with life.
When I go home, my life will change dramatically.
That’s okay, it’s not good or bad.
This time that I’ve had, this two weeks in quarantine with my eldest daughter, has helped me to learn more about what I need to thrive and to be more in love with my life, more than I’ve ever learnt, at any other stage.
I’ve mentioned before that being a PDAer means that for me, the only time I thrive and I’m at my happiest is when I’m living intuitively.
I do EVERYTHING intuitively.
The gift of being here, in quarantine and not having any time constraints is that I’ve ONLY been doing things intuitively.
I’ve been eating better, I’ve been exercising, I’ve been getting enough sleep, I’ve been drinking enough water, I’ve been creative, I’ve been writing, I’ve been.. SO PRESENT IN MY LIFE.
I’ve been able to offer myself love and unconditional acceptance.
I’ve been able to support myself in all the ways I need to be supported.
And, it’s because I haven’t had society breathing down my proverbial neck pressuring me; telling me what to do and how to do it.
Eat like this, cook like this, exercise like this.
Think like this, feel like this.
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