To be well I have to move.
I’ve known this for years.
But I’ve just learnt this lesson on a deeper level.
What I have learnt is that even though, if you asked me, I would have said that movement is critical to my wellbeing…deep down I still felt that it was a luxury, an extravagance an indulgence.
The amount of moving I have been doing on the last few weeks of holidays have been patchy.
And suddenly ‘out of nowhere’ sitting and writing at a computer is starting to be become unbearable. I’ve been feeling all out of sorts. Unable to focus properly, feeling irksome, unhappy for no reason (because I am very happy with my life).
Yesterday I returned to base camp.
I dedicated a chunk of time to movement. And listening to what my system needs. And yes, this worked.
And it taught me something very important.
Moving is not an optional thing I add on top of my busy life. It is a foundation that enables everything else.
Moving comes first. Then the other things can flourish.
This year I will be bold about that.
It feels a little scary.
But I’ll reap the rewards.
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