photo by Jenny Ingalls Nelson
I am a very visual person. Often when I’m listening to someone, images will come to mind, and when they’re finished speaking, I try to describe the picture or analogy that popped into my head.
This quote conjures an image that’s been in my head for a long time, and may become my next tattoo, if I find the courage to do something so big!
The image I see is a tree, similar to Jenny’s lovely photo, but with exposed roots. As you look up to the branches, the leaves gradually turn into birds in flight.
Rooted, yet flowing. If I had to come up with one sentence to explain how I want my life to feel, this would be it.
A couple of weeks ago, I lost my flow. I was feeling stuck, angry, trapped, frustrated, pissed off, unmotivated, bitter… All of those things that I’ve worked hard to change, had suddenly crept back in. My patience was thin, my to-do was long and my body was tense. I fell into a big pool of overwhelm and did NOTHING to get out of it.
I know this place and I know what I need to do when I’m stuck in it, yet I resisted. I kept going, completely conscious of my stuck-ess and my resistance. Why? Because old habits die hard and progress isn’t linear – it’s quite a jagged path, actually, and that’s OK. You see, being conscience of my stuck-ness and my resistance IS progress. Not too long ago, that impatient, over-committed, tense place was my every day. To be able to recognize it now, as out of the ordinary, is a big deal.
When I finally took the steps I knew I needed to take (getting some things off my chest, some commitments off my plate and prioritizing self-care), my flow returned. I tapped into the things that root me and I’m back in the flow.
What roots you?
Thanks for being on the journey with me.
CLICK TO TWEET I am rooted, but I flow. -Virginia Woolf via @KindOverMatter