I didn’t understand it then. In hindsight, I know that this writer’s block arose when I began to feel the pressures to transition from living a young life full of presence and fearlessness and adventure and being here now to a “life” of debt and big girl jobs and fears and bills and big decisions that need serious forethought.
Taking my story back into my own hands, I make sacred time for me every day. It’s sweetly surprising how much time frees up, when you’re no longer counting down the hours and the tasks on your list, but instead finding more and more ways to expand your time.
Happiness is a contented, rooted love for oneself that cannot be shaken. It is a willingness to step onto the mat of your life, barefeet on this present ground and to do what brings song to your soul. To find what feels good, right now.
