It’s a new year, 2018 is here and there is a fresh new energy. Time to plan and set intentions for the new year ahead right? Well, what if you’re not quite in that head space yet..? How about we try another approach? Take a moment to close your eyes, take a deep breath and really tune into your body… what’s the one thing it really needs right now? If it’s dreaming and scheming then go for it, but if you are anything like me you are craving rest, rest and a bit more rest.
I have definitely been easing myself into 2018. In previous years by now I have been struck by inspiration to dream, plan, choose my word for the year ahead, but that is not how I am feeling this year. I have an idea or two about why that is, but more on that later, in the meantime, I am just allowing myself to take things extra slowly. Which Is why it has taken me until now to write this first blog post.
Our bodies are wise, and even if you think you are pretty good at listening to yours, it’s sometimes so easy (with the wonders of social media) to get distracted by what everyone else is doing. It’s tempting to allow ourselves to fall in line with other peoples rhythm. Only you can set your own pace, not anyone else. Do what feels good for you. If you’re feeling overwhelmed, pick one thing to focus on, or do small things that feel manageable. Currently what’s helping me is concentrating on where I am finding the most joy.
Over the last few years I have realised that everything always comes in waves… creativity, work, energy, mood, seasons, monthly cycles… all of life is always ebbing and flowing. Before, I would get panicky if things got too quiet, or I wasn’t feeling creative, and I would often put pressure on myself and force myself to keep going. Now, however I am learning to savour the lulls and soak up the quiet pauses. If I am not feeing something, I sit and wait and have faith that it will return again as sure as spring will be here in a few months.
Creativity and having a creative practice is so important for our general well-being. For me, creativity has always been an opportunity to play, a safe place to explore, experiment and express whatever is going on in my life. It’s easy to see why those characteristics are so beneficial in helping us to feel good.
A while ago I mentioned that finding those creative moments seems harder than before. More accurately, the main shift over the last year and half is that I have started to earn money from my creativity – my writing, my photography, and this blog space.
Previously, my creativity was just for me, it didn’t really matter what anyone else thought or whether it fulfilled someone else’s ideas. However, now I am submitting features to editors and working with brands, and that context changes how it feels to create the work.
I realise it’s a dream for many to transition into earning money from their creativity and I feel very thankful to have been paid for my creative endeavours over the last year and a bit. However, when your creativity starts to become your source of income, how do you combine a creative self-practice that makes you feel good and fuels your well-being whilst also earning you money?
Last Sunday afternoon, Bailey, my husband and myself all snuck back to bed. It was pretty blissful to climb under the covers for a secret hour of slumber. We made ourselves a nest and just hung out there for a bit, reading and having cups of tea.
Up until recently though, our bedroom wasn’t such a great space for relaxing in. It always seems to be where anything that hasn’t found a home yet gets dumped, and even though we have a good mattress on our bed we haven’t previously put much thought or consideration into our bedding.
Over the last month though, I have made some conscious changes to our bedroom in order to help us get a peaceful and natural nights sleep. One of the biggest being that we have upgraded all our bedding to natural fibres. We have invested in some linen sheets, covers and cases, plus we have also switched our duvet, pillows and mattress protector for ones filled with wool from ‘Woolroom’.
Where did you go to?
I miss the light you set free,
Time to come back please.
I have been sitting at my computer for over 30 minutes now, typing without really saying very much. It’s like a muscle gone un-stretched. It feels a little weird and wobbly to be writing here but, boy have I missed it.
Actually, May and June were full of typing with the freelance writing work I’ve been doing (super thankful about all of that and I’ll let you know when the pieces are out) and of course busy publishing The Slow Living Retreat – which was great fun. Connecting with you all on here feels very different though. And now that I get started, it feels as though there is lots to say, like it has all been simmering away under the surface waiting for the opportunity to be released. Too much for one blog post that’s for sure.
Anxiety and I are old friends, it likes to come and visit me every once in a while. Even though feeling anxious is familiar to me, I am baffled by my need to worry each time. It’s panicky nature is smothering and I wish I knew the secrets to mastering it and banishing it from life for good.