Restart

Over breakfast in Bali during a yoga retreat I just finished leading, I was asked where my old blog went.

My old blog??

Gosh, I had not thought about that blog for an extremely long time. It was an online corner of my (very) old website where I could put down my thoughts, experiences, and musings. I didn’t even write it with the intention of an audience because I never promoted it.

If you found it, you found it. 🤷🏻‍♀️

I was actually surprised that she read it. And further surprised (and deeply touched) that not only did she read it, but that she came back to it to re-read certain entries. Because it helped her and gave her hope.

Reflecting on what she said days later, I can’t help but empathize that sometimes when things are uncertain, when it gets murky, or when we lost sight of ourselves that reading somebody else’s musings can help us put words into what we’re feeling or perhaps just not feel so alone knowing you’re reading the firsthand experience or insights of somebody who has been where you are.

And to believe that nobody would actually care to read what I want to put out into the world is me playing small. And I’m done playing small and by the rules that somebody else set based on their limiting belief systems.

And so, on this day after an 8 day retreat… I’m sitting poolside and restarting and sharing what I have to offer.

And I’m dedicating the restart of a new pocket of space in my electronic world to her.

🍽️🍩♥️