wintering
I am dedicating the entire month of January to rest + ease. This is not the first time I’ve done this. But. It does feel different.
In the past, I’ve come to it from a place of burnout. This January, I come to it from a place of fullness and abundance.
In the past, I’ve felt the need to ~earn~ my rest. I only deserved it because of how hard I worked and how productive I was in the preceding months. This time, I come to it knowing there is no earning, there is only honoring. Rest is my birthright. I honor this body of mine for all she does and all that she is.
In the past, there has been an itchiness around the not doing. Though I’ve given myself time, it has come with guilt. Old tapes telling me I should get up, that’s quite enough, time to move on, time to contribute, be productive, accomplish. This year, though there is the faintest residue of those old messages, mostly, there is peace. Actual peace. There is enjoying the rest. There is savoring the ease. There is trusting that the ideas, motivation, interest will still be there when I’m ready to do the doing.
In the past, there has felt like a disconnect between the desire to rest + reflect and the ingrained norm of resolutions, intentions, goals, plans. This year, there is alignment. There is settling deeply into the winter season of rest, of composting the old, of clearing out and making space. There is a cozy cocooning. There is looking to nature to be my guide. And a polite ignoring of any ~expert~ that suggests planning out my entire year’s goals, business or personal.
There is allowing winter to be winter.
And I know I’m not alone in this. I see others doing it too. Aligning with the season. Awakening to the value in rest. Resisting lies we’ve been sold. Rewriting old stories. Rewiring old patterns. Remembering our Selves.
It is thrilling to witness.
In the past, I’ve come to it from a place of burnout. This January, I come to it from a place of fullness and abundance.
In the past, I’ve felt the need to ~earn~ my rest. I only deserved it because of how hard I worked and how productive I was in the preceding months. This time, I come to it knowing there is no earning, there is only honoring. Rest is my birthright. I honor this body of mine for all she does and all that she is.
In the past, there has been an itchiness around the not doing. Though I’ve given myself time, it has come with guilt. Old tapes telling me I should get up, that’s quite enough, time to move on, time to contribute, be productive, accomplish. This year, though there is the faintest residue of those old messages, mostly, there is peace. Actual peace. There is enjoying the rest. There is savoring the ease. There is trusting that the ideas, motivation, interest will still be there when I’m ready to do the doing.
In the past, there has felt like a disconnect between the desire to rest + reflect and the ingrained norm of resolutions, intentions, goals, plans. This year, there is alignment. There is settling deeply into the winter season of rest, of composting the old, of clearing out and making space. There is a cozy cocooning. There is looking to nature to be my guide. And a polite ignoring of any ~expert~ that suggests planning out my entire year’s goals, business or personal.
There is allowing winter to be winter.
And I know I’m not alone in this. I see others doing it too. Aligning with the season. Awakening to the value in rest. Resisting lies we’ve been sold. Rewriting old stories. Rewiring old patterns. Remembering our Selves.
It is thrilling to witness.