How not to crash out, Pt. 1
A new ritual for finding calm and maintaining it.
Yesterday morning, I felt like a lead ball at the bottom of the hill, weighty, no longer moving.
I have entered a fog, where I generally know the direction I want to go, but the edges are fuzzy, the colors muted. Life prickled at me, errant comments, annoying gestures I usually let slide by lingered.
These were clear signals to me. It was time to step back, take inventory, and foster gratitude.
My mental headspace is more affected by my surroundings than I realized. I am taking time away to reset and reflect. I have written down my creative and personal goals in detail, including a clear timeline and milestones.
I need to sit with those goals. I am going to a hotel to do just that. In that room, I am considering what the next right thing is that I will do to move closer to achieving my goals. Then, what are the right things I am doing after that? What makes these moves the right moves? How have I structured my life, set up signposts, and accountability measures to keep myself on track?
It seems like a drop in the ocean, that one move, that one night away. Even one drop leads to a ripple, then another, and another, and the surface of your life is forever changed. You re-enter your daily life, your responsibilities, your career, your nights, your mornings, with a renewed sense of purpose.
What I’ve learned in my almost thirty-six years of life is that purpose shades everything. It creates brilliant colors that paint the sky when you look over the horizon. I’ve built confidence through purpose.
How have you meditated on your goals recently?
In Solidarity,
Olu