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Sitting With Your Grey

Bear with me whilst I explain what I mean.
So if you know me in real life you’ll know I’m a proactive kind of woman. I like to take situations by the scruff of the neck & take control. Which would tell you that I struggle with the discipline it takes to be still. Practicing mindfulness means I have to try though. I’ve been struggling with my mood & other things this season, this has meant that I haven’t got my usual impetus to go like I usually do.

I had a bit of a “Eureka!” Moment this evening sat in my therapists room. Sometimes, you can’t fix things as quickly as you want to (if at all). Sometimes you are in the season where you’ve got to listen to your inner self & sit with the uncomfortable feelings.  It’s not pleasant but the best thing to do is acknowledge it & take care of yourself.

Being winter, it’s the natural time to preserve energy, recuperate & renew.
So I’m taking the pressure to achieve off & putting self care at the forefront.
I’m sitting with my grey whilst being kind to myself .
 You should too, your inner self  will thank you.



Brading Down - Foggy Winter Morning 

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