It feels as though I’ve been metaphorically walking in the woods of my own mind. I’ve finally happen upon two doors. I must choose one before proceeding to the next side.
Whenever I go to the Blue Mountains, I like to imagine I’m going back in time. From boarding the rickety old tin train at Central station to off-boarding at the center of town, breathing in that cold mountain air.
I don’t know at what age I stopped being a “winter person”, or maybe I never was. Maybe some people are born with summer in the hearts, and others with winter.
It’s important to remember that we got through the most difficult times in our past. We’re still here. It’s so empowering to recount the difficult paths we’ve been forced to take.
Isn’t that interesting? The past is just a story we tell ourselves.
“The key is to keep company only with people who uplift you, whose presence calls forth your best.”
I have tried to exhaust my mind by taking long walks before I get to work. Literally.
Sometimes all we need is to let someone else in to help air out the space; or to go further by seeing what’s worth cleaning out and what can stay.
Despite the fact that this time of year is always going to be hard for me, today was a perfect day.
I have no idea what my world will look like six months down the road. It’s a bundle of opposing feelings of uncertainty and excitement.