6 December 2023, Fuengirola
I’m relaxed.
Nowhere as tight&rushing as I was in Poland,
anytime in the last years.
I like it.
There’s space for unexpected joys to arrive,
like today’s morning ♫“Chameleon” jumpy/huggy bedtime
or observing Hugi ecstatic with Santa’s workings.
Everything seems way more pleasurable AND meaningful when I’m unhurried.
Foundation of easy days.
I’m not rushing work, either
I do create but without suffocating pressure-routine.
I do think (a little) about solutions but don’t overanalyze.
I do move (eg. publishing the Marbella vid) but in a gentle, free way.
I am making it happen while enjoying the ride.
Graceful pursuit of superior self
(cc: UVU club)
The last (almost) 3 weeks were the teacher I needed the most.
I’ve been pushed, reconfigured, refreshed.
I left so much behind.
So many amazing things happened.
Spontaneous, unforced, naturally occurring.
It really is a special time.
It feels as if half of my weight has been lifted,
and I finally can simply live & enjoy it.
I don’t know what to think about any of this.
It feels like I’m drifting,
yet for some reason, I feel happy.
Is it an invitation to get even more loose?
Perhaps.
So far it seems like the chill-therapy works…