Somewhere I stopped writing & posting.
I don't know why, but it seems like every week it's a mad dash to finish a personal to-do list that's about 50 items long.
I stay up way too late and get up way too early, trying to do everything like a quiet morning meditation and gym first thing before work, work, and cooking dinner is still an afterthought (thanks to my husband we've been eating well). By the time I get to my evening work I don't remember what I was meant to do.
Since January I took some time off social media and life, in general, to catch my breath and recount my marbles. [Implied losing of marbles] It's as if I got off the carrousel in December and couldn't get back on, all I do is watch it spin, too scared to get back on. The fear of not being able to create something creative or execute a vision is pretty scary, but the other scary thing is losing sight of why you started. Have you ever had that?
We have been settling in to Vancouver nicely, I can't believe it's been almost two years. Very often though, I find random euros coins in my pockets. It made me homesick for Ireland even though 'home' is Canada. I kept asking myself when I'd stop finding these coins that keep haunting me, but then I realized that I have to physically not to carry them in order for me to not find them in my pockets. Metaphorical or not, I have to let go in order not to be stuck.
Enough emotional gushing. No more carrying these euros because I'm currently sitting on a plane taking a right turn towards Dublin. Guess what, I'm going back. (No it's not for good)