Letters Home 💌 #10

Writing from: Banff, Alberta

Dear Ones —

Let’s start this email by saying, “I’M OKAY.” 🙂

If you read my last Letters Home 💌, you might have been concerned about me. I had certainly hit a low point in my two-year relationship with this thing called the coronavirus (“Master of Curveballs”). I wasn’t sure how much I could take anymore when I had that episode on the bus, and then life just kept dishing it out while I was in Mexico.

Phew. I can’t say I didn’t learn anything from the experience. In some ways, I met a side of me I didn’t know existed. During my (unexpected) week alone in Mexico, I saw myself in my rawest form. I turned myself inside-out. I rested. I listened. And if I took one thing away from the experience it’s that, maybe it’s the Enneagram 5 in me, but I spend way too much time in my head. Here I was, not trusting my body and simultaneously trusting my mind too much. My body was sending me signals, and I needed to quiet my mind to also quiet my body.

I came home in a better place.

I also came home to…