Oh my goodness, Shauna, Part 5 of this book, where do I start?
You write of the wrestle with people-pleasing and I nod my head.
You write of learning to have fun and play again, instead of living in constant hustle, and I utter a heart-felt, ‘Me too’.
Today I took a ‘think day’ after reading a blog by Tsh Oxenrider of the Art of simple. The premise behind this day is allowing yourself space just to think about life. She quotes author Greg McKeown:
We need space to escape in order to discern the essential few from the trivial many. Unfortunately, in our time-starved era we don’t get that space by default—only by design.
I knocked at her hotel door in floods of tears. I had spent the day touring the killing fields and torture centre of Phnom Penh. I thought I’d been doing okay.
I’d come back to the hotel and spoken with my family. I had eaten lunch and washed off the grime from the morning in the pool.
But as I sat in my hotel room vainly trying to read, I discovered an experience like that doesn’t wash off easily.