In the latest Pecha Kucha chat by Danielle LaPorte, she explains that when she prioritises self care for the sake of self-compassion, rather than for the sake of her creativity, the idea always shows up.
Boom.
This is one of the very reasons why Self-Centred Sundays is a weekly ritual for me. My intention as I head into it each week isn’t to spend time that’ll allow creativity to brew- rather, it’s to feel good. Nourished and re-callibrated. And then ping! whaddya know, Monday is generally my most productive, focused, creative days. Win.
Something for you to consider as you craft out more and more time for yourself, perhaps?
It was a week of new beginnings. Of firsts.
I faced some fears this week. Three of them, all in one night.
I sang in public. I sang along with 15 other women (and to the utterly beautiful voice of Tahlee, which I’ll be blogging more about soon) no less, but alas, I sang. I moved my body in ways I wasn’t sure it was capable of moving (thank you Susana!). I let go, and let it do it’s thing. And also, I guided the room into a 20 minute meditation. All little fears that have been nesting right beneath my skin for quite some time, but now that they’ve been freed, I feel freer, too. More open and wholesome. Braver. More connected.
The following day, I floated out of my first yoga teacher training workshop. Floated, I tell you. Six hours of chanting, sharing stories and learning sanskrit feels more natural to me; more enlivening, than any party ever could. If feels beautiful to be studying something so ancient and wise; there’s a real romance to it, and this is most certainly the learning environment I’ve been craving for a while now. The most exciting part? This is just the very beginning. #iloveyoga
How I celebrated Self Centred Sundays this week.
Holy laziness, batman! Glen and I set up a ‘nest’ in the lounge room, and lazed our day away, snacking on raw food and dessert. Plenty of movies. Plenty of cuddles. Plenty of rain pouring outside. Bliss.
Here’s how YOU celebrated. Hastag that shit #selfcentredsundays
Looking forward.
Oh, man. I’ve got my work cut out for me this week.
My intention: singular-focused, mega-intense working sessions (Round 2 of Party Girls is coming atcha), peppered with intentional rest, aaaaand… maybe a trip to Byron. Just ’cause. Bottom line? I’m running on a few deadlines, and I’d rather work my buns off for three hours a day, then fumble around for eight.
What about you, lovely? Did you overcome any fears this week, big or small? And looking onto your week ahead, let’s hear your intention. Throw it out there, and see what happens.
xx
Rockin’ it hun!
Could not agree more about the focused working hours. That used to be one of my axes to grind about working in the public service… if my work is done whyyy do I need to sit here again?? Go entrepreneurs!
BIG LOVE xxxxx
Your meditation stayed with me all weekend. Thank you x
Singing along with everyone on Friday night. I can sing at the top of my lungs in the car as good or as bad as I want but asking me to sing along with a room full of people where someone might hear me… EEEEK! I felt my throat close and a smile come to my face knowing that I had to open my mouth and sing to get through that uncomfortable feeling.
Yay for your yoga teacher training. xx
I’ve been dabbling in a little bit of acro yoga this weekend and discovered my fear of sharing control and mostly of falling, after meditating on this a bit I realised it wasn’t actually the physicality of falling I was afraid of but that each time I would equate falling to failure….which, up until Sunday night, scared the begesus outta me. Now I’m trying to look at falling as more of a way to learn from mistakes and a chance to get back up and try again :)
And my intention this week is to give my all to building up my yoga teacher stuff I’m working on without hanging onto to the failure crap. Xo
Also…I’m really loving your hair at the mo!
I processed so many fears – especially some deep generational & cultural conditioning. Whew, it was intense, but rather than running and instead being – so much freedom is free-d up for me. All part of the healing! xo