Slow your breathing.
Hold your heart.
Write.
Let it be ‘messy’. Perfection isn’t real. Messy just means human. Messy just means natural.
Sit in silence. Oh, it’s so hard, I know. I know it is. But sit in silence.
When you can’t see the road ahead, take the step in front of you. Only the next one.
Ask for help. Let other people love you.
Notice the sunlight painting on your walls.
Pay attention to the texture of food melting on your tongue and the reaction of your skin to a new melody.
Remember the things that brought you here.
If dreaming scares you, that’s okay. Dreams will come back to you, I promise.
Create things that nobody will ever see.
Speak to people, talk about it. Healing is in the talking, and so are opportunities: Life moves in connection to other people; new roads open up through other people, and new ideas come to us in conversation. Don’t be afraid to be honest; one open-hearted encounter can unstuck your life.
Look for beauty in a grey sky. It can show you things sunshine can’t: Sunglasses taint the colours of the world.
When hope feels painful, hope anyway.
The thing you are doing now that seems futile is preparation for the day that change comes knocking.
It’s not for nothing. It’s not for nothing.
Dive into the worlds of other people: read novels of made-up lands; ask your neighbour about her home country; walk through museums you’ve never been to.
Remember that ‘feeling stuck’ can often be a result of capitalism and the idea that we have to cross milestones and achieve things.
Consider the possibility that you’re not stuck; maybe you’re just living.
You have value outside of what you can do.
Where possible, surround yourself with trees.
Be kind to pigeons.
Put your headphones on and dance. Or sing. Or both. Your neighbours will love it.
And your body will feel alive.
Don’t worry about whether you ‘can’ or ‘cannot’ sing; it’s a horrible thing to tell people not to sing. Use the voice you have.
Ask yourself what it is you want.
Ask yourself who you want to be.
Be honest with the answer.
Be brave with the action.
It won’t always be like this. It won’t always be like this.
Happy Leo season!!!!!
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Your text feels like walking barefoot in morning-dewed grass. It tickles something alive.
Thank you for that gift.
I remember clearly a few years ago, exactly those words - “I feel so stuck”. And then life found its way regardless -of course-, forging new riverbeds for its untamed flow... WAY out of the borders of what I’d made “not being stuck” mean in my mind. And that was the thing. It was about getting out of my freaking mind.
I love all the nudges I perceive towards remembering to live in your words. The body also remembers – how to live. Always, constantly and anew.
Hey Nadia, since I don’t know where to get in contact with you (the mail is just coming back): some time ago you sent this mail to give away three paid subscriptions. Is it still valid? I‘ve been on holidays and hadn’t checked my mail during the last weeks 🙈 If it’s still available I would like to ask some friends if they are interested. If not, it’s totally fine :)