Fuel for your brain and heart and other birthday lessons
and another link to MY birthday gift to you
If you follow me on the socials, you know that September is my favourite month and you likely caught me leaking, that it’s my birthday month. Well, today’s the day. and I’m done that casting my gaze back over my shoulder thing..
I’ve been birthing long awaited creative projects…because September is my reframe, restart, release NEW YEAR…and while I love presents, I LOVE giving them.
I launched The Story House studio this week and am gifting my book launchpad program FOUNDATION to a folks that sign asap for half price… That feels so good.
I’ve started allowing the early pages of my next memoir to trickle into their places, at their pace, and am calling it Ramblings, a word that Mary Shelley and her well-known husband used when they travelled from place to place with no commitment or particular intention. (They were also homeless and running from creditors, but I digress!) Ramblings seems fitting given what I’ve learned in the last year. (read on…)
Simply put, I’ve learned a lot about my organs. Yep, as in bodily micro machinery. (Stay with me, the pithy part is coming.)
I’ve learned so much in the projects that came to me this year via clients who are also clinicians, physicians and highly skilled experts on the body, our systems, our health and our healthcare. I’m involved in some 8 projects with medical leanings just now.
I’ve learned that my organs have a level of need. My brain has been short of biochemical essentials for possibly as long as I’ve had children. There’s a good chance that the oestrogen drop I experienced when I had my first child and was thrust into post-partum depression never recovered for me. It could explain the depression that has choked my happiness and drained my energy. It could explain broken relationships, unfinished projects, and reclusiveness.
I’ve learned about needs this year. I’ve learned that my heart needed a rock not a roller coaster. I’ve learned that my heart needed a home, not a journey. I’ve learned that my brain needed fuel and its counterpart, my soul, needed calm. And also, that somehow those things are connected. I’ve learned that I live in a skin bag machine that when not well cared for, life is almost meaningless. It becomes filtered, bitter, and heavy.
Decision made recently—to fuel my soul as well as care for my body and so I will be writing more. Fewer client books and more books with my name on them. I will be agreeing to collaborations and coauthorships. I will be indulging the whims of my children, my soon to be grandchild, my adoration of canines and my partner’s need for constant connection. I will give even more generously, and write even more heartily.
I will be fuelling not feeding. I will be mining not thinking. I will be creating not working.
I’ve learned about my organs this year … and that my body is a temple as much as a machine, and that my brain at its centre, when not nourished, is only an organ, not the dashboard of my Starship Enterprise.
On this September 14, I’m promising myself to live differently, in a more nutritive way, for my organs!!!
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