Lately my “nerves feel like a charm bracelet of plastic skeletons jangling on a chain” (one of my favourite Fransesca Lia Block quotes). Underneath my skin everything’s buzzing, but not with excitement or anticipation. Instead a familiar sense of foreboding, a quiet sadness, and a devastating anxiety are vibrating inside me, slowly working their way through my body in a way that feels paralyzing.
I know that part of this is a manifestation of my grief. The natural process of working through a devastating loss and trying to come to terms with it.
And then there’s that creeping anxiety of realizing that the year is half over and my move is less than three months away and there’s so much to do and what have I even been doing with my time? Cue panic.
Factor in my tendency to take on the emotions of everyone around me and the multitude of drama that seems to be cropping up everyday among those closest to me (can it really be a coincidence that Mercury is in retrograde right now?), and I’m left feeling frazzled and stuck and a little bit lost.
When I feel like this, things start to slip. My brain feels foggier. Work takes longer. And while I start every day with a pile of good intentions to get back on track, by the end of it I’m berating myself for not doing well enough because I haven’t suddenly transformed my life to look exactly as I want it to. Or I think I need to wait for a “fresh start” – whether it be a Monday morning or the mid-point of the year – to begin working on my new goals or routines. And when these days slip by unnoticed, I put things off just a little bit longer.
Yet, every day, every hour, every minute is a fresh start – a chance to start something new, to begin again, to pick up the pieces and put them back together in a new way. I know this.
Today, right now, I intend to living out of that knowledge. I’m finding a way to take a step, however tiny, in the direction of each and every one of my goals. Yesterday this meant cleaning my room to locate my old and current passports to apply for my visa (funnily enough I found them both in old Laduree bags) and going for a run, no matter how brief. Today it was a cup of English breakfast tea instead of coffee, an hour dedicated to magazine pitches, the beginning of my closet purge, and the intention to go to bed by 11pm.
I’m trying to go easy on myself, to celebrate each of these small steps, and to take the time to think about what I want my life to look like, to feel like and figuring out each small step that will take me there. For me, scribbling in my journal and talking to my friends and family about my dreams is helping to create clarity, motivation, and a sense of agency.
Even the largest, seemingly insurmountable goals start with the first step. And all of the little steps and choices along the way build on one another to create rhapsodic supernova that you never thought possible.
So, what are you going to do to make today a fresh start?