Finding the Light in the Heavy
A poem, an update and a reminder to remember who the F you are.
We’re 3 weeks into a new month of a new year.
Blue Monday was a made-up bit of marketing.
Yet it still feels heavy.
The pressure to hit the ground running. Seeing everyone else leaping ahead towards their goals. Or so it seems anyway.
What do you do when your body says no? I can’t take it, I can’t do this anymore.
I’ve already had wobbles this week. Am I doing the right thing? Everyone else is changing tactic, should I?
The questioning. The fear. The worry. The doubt.
The pattern that kicks in when I’m on the precipice of something big.
I’ve had enough now. I want to get off this ride. I think I’ve changed my mind.
Can you relate?
I felt a shift in energy. Monday last week.
My working days on the book, Migraine, growing longer and longer.
A book about healing the hidden trauma behind chronic pain has come out as a set of pathways.
Pathway one is nearly complete: Awakening Through the Struggle. A season of my stories. A collection of poems, invocations and gentle invitations.
Yet on the last leg, nearing ready for sharing with beta readers, I’m pushing, I’m forcing, my body sending its signals it can’t take anymore.
Reluctantly, I break away, grab my journal in an attempt to get out of my head and into my body. Out tumbles a poem with a clear reminder at the end:
Book review
Less work, let’s talk
Break needed
Eyes feel fuzzy
Too many words on the page
Mumbo jumbo
Chapters blurring
Body needs a rest
What can I do?
In this space
No more writing
Putting me to the test
Put everything down
Step back
Breathe
Invite the pause
A momentary space
To expand out
See the bigger picture
It’s not all about the doing
It’s sometimes in the being
Be here now
It’s enough
You’re enough
You’ve done enough
Let that be
Enough
It’s easy to forget. We only turned a new page of a new book 21 days ago. There are another 344 to go. A new page for every one of those days. A new start every time the sun rises.
We don’t have to do it all in one go.
It might be blue skies here in England today, but the ground is wet and the trees are bare.
Winter still whispers it’s here.
Go slow.
Take care.
You are allowed.
And just in case you need reminding:
It’s enough.
You’re enough.
You’ve done enough.
Let that be
Enough.
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Beautiful poem ❤️
This was a beautiful share. I didn’t even realize I needed it, but I feel a little more grounded after reading your poem. Thank you. 😊 💗