69. Jitters for breakfast
spiralling in paradise
My winter solstice feels like a warm ocean breeze coming through the window, with a cluster of grey crowds edging to the shore line.
It feels like waking up in a knot of jitters (use as an alternative to anxiety), tears before tea, a nervous system meditation and a page of journaling.
This winter solstice feels like grappling with the frustration I feel at my own self-centredness and a determination to push past this. Yours might look like a ritual and moment of reflection – mine also includes communicating through conflict and facing reality. Being an adult.
picture: my writing view from the window in the dining area
I temporarily deactivated Twitter this morning, because over the past few weeks I’ve been snacking on it like a snackable, and before I realised it it became a full-on feast for breakfast, lunch and dinner. They’re not lying when they say that app is a toxic, attention deficit nightmare.
My solstice resolutions – which also doubles as my new years resolution – is so simple.
Be radically honest.
Go beyond (myself)
Happy winter solstice xo
picture: me in an old town on a Spanish island
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