Yowza, poor neglected blog. I can’t believe it’s been almost two months. 2018 is off to a rip roaring start.
I’ve been thinking about what direction to steer this. Right now, it feels right to share some personal reflections on my creative life. If connections and possibilities arise, fantastic.
We moved house from the dizzying busy-ness of Cambie and Eighth to the calm and birdsong of Kitsilano. I didn’t realize just how loud and abrasive our old location was until we woke up to the sound of silence. The jumpiness and heart palpitations I thought were normal have subsided. Long walks by the water are resetting my system.
I completed a small business program and formally launched my writing service. I’m even getting savvy with spreadsheets. Wonder of wonders.
We took a quick trip to San Francisco and I had an epiphany about my spiritual life. I no longer need to contort myself in order to belong. I’ve spent too many years trying to please others and behave in comfortable ways to make everyone else feel okay. What a relief to let that go.
I didn’t make any new years resolutions this year, just a general intention to let s**t go. So far it’s been tremendously liberating.