It takes courage to relax. To soften. To open.
It’s much easier to keep doing. To be tense and tight and closed and wound-up.
It’s all-too-easy to be on the hamster wheel of life and just keep going, going, going until we get so exhausted that we finally collapse. And when we’re utterly exhausted, it’s even easier to conveniently gloss over our truth, our hearts, our authentic feelings.
Let’s change things up for once. Let’s challenge ourselves, deliciously:
Let’s not do. Let’s rest. Let’s breathe.
Let’s sit down with ourselves in a glowing lily pad pool of silence, and actually face ourselves, fully taste where we are now, how we are now. Hell yes, it can absolutely feel like way too much information. It can feel painful, raw and vulnerable as f*ck. But it’s information we so desperately need. It’s truth we need to taste.
And it’s nice to talk about slowing down. It’s lovely to wax romantic about the deep desire to relax. But talking is not enough.
The only way to do it, is to do it.
Because our natural state isn’t tension. It is relaxation. It is openness. It is softness.