9th Jan 2020, Inverness (46 days since PCT). ⁣
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I’m like a small nervous bird – feeling twitchy and flighty. It’s so tempting to fly away to somewhere warm and new and exciting. ⁣
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And yet I’m here with my flock. And my beautiful nest. ⁣
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And I know this is my place for now. ⁣
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This is where I can do work that gives me meaning and where I can be with my ‘home people’. This is where I choose to live my values whilst still dreaming and reaching beyond what is. ⁣
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This last week I noticed myself think hundreds of chaotic thoughts about what’s next. And I’ve over heard my fast chatter about all my ideas. ⁣
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In this moment I’m hugely energised and excited as messy ideas are beginning to take more solid form. ⁣
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But other ideas will just be that – ideas. We can’t do ‘all the things’, some ideas are just distractions that are fun to explore. And I trust, in time, my values and intuition will guide me. ⁣
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Suffering comes if I judge myself in this process but peace comes when I accept its inevitable messiness.⁣
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It’s okay to sit with not knowing and with uncomfortable feelings. It’s more than okay, it’s necessary. ⁣
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These chilly, ‘weathery’, short days of winter have much beauty, as does this messy business of living a good life. ⁣

And this little bird isn’t flying anywhere any time soon! ⁣