Wintering is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to learn to do.
To create space for myself to winter in a world that wants you to stay lit up like a Christmas tree all year round….it was (at one time) easier for me to be physically ill (bedbound ill) than it was to create space for deep rest.
Before I learnt to honour how I felt, I used to think others would judge me as being miserable. But now I realise that how I feel when I’m wintering (one week every month) is how I’m meant to be feeling.
From a chronic illness perspective, I guess I was wintering for 4-5 years then moving into spring in year 5-6 and now I feel like I’m coming into the summer season of my life (full health and vibrant energy).
The only one thing I know for sure is that wintering for so long has taken me further than is medically believed possible and I am not depressed.
Wintering is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to learn to do.
To create space for myself to winter in a world that wants you to stay lit up like a Christmas tree all year round….it was (at one time) easier for me to be physically ill (bedbound ill) than it was to create space for deep rest.
Before I learnt to honour how I felt, I used to think others would judge me as being miserable. But now I realise that how I feel when I’m wintering (one week every month) is how I’m meant to be feeling.
From a chronic illness perspective, I guess I was wintering for 4-5 years then moving into spring in year 5-6 and now I feel like I’m coming into the summer season of my life (full health and vibrant energy).
The only one thing I know for sure is that wintering for so long has taken me further than is medically believed possible and I am not depressed.
I love this reply and I knew this would be right up your street.
Cheers to wintering like a dormouse in a tennis ball 🎾
🤣😂🤣😂🤣