A new tradition on Such Different Skies.
A new way for me to approach self-care and nourishment, and particularly, femininity (which I’ll talk about another time), while simultaneously celebrating all there is to adore about life. I really hope you’ll join me!
I’ve been hearing-more accurately, feeling- very strong calls lately to slow down. Fall into the flow. Ease back. Danielle LaPorte would call it ‘following the pull, rather than the push.’
No more ‘shoulds’.
No more mindless striving.
No more going against the grain.
And so, I listened- or, more accurately, felt. The irony is, when we quit it with the angst-y manipulation and control, and the aggressive persistence, we end up effortlessly creating/eating/doing exactly what is it that we think we ‘should’, anyway.
Instead of telling myself: ‘Tara, you need to get fit’, I’ve been feeling: ‘Go to yoga class. You’ll fall in love with it.’
Instead of: ‘Right! It’s time to detox!’, I’ve been feeling: ‘Hey honey, wake up! It’s Sunday morning market time!’
In the past, my mind would scoff at the idea of a work-free Sunday. She’d say ‘Clear your to-do list. You can work till 11pm, it’s no big deal’. But instead yesterday, a different little creature came out of the wood works, and she had this to say: ‘Babes, why don’t you totally clear your schedule and catch up on your crystal healing homework that you’ve been itching to sink your teeth into?’
And so, gorgeous, that’s what my Sunday looked like. A day of responding to a deep knowing, rather than reacting to mindless chatter. A day of romance at the organic markets, Pilates, beautiful chats, fresh, vibrant food, of immersing myself in my love of crystals (it’s been far, far too long), and… my first bath. Ever. Self-Centred Sundays has gone off with a bang!
Self-Centred Sundays is a mini revolution, and like I said above, why don’t you jump on board and make Sunday the sacred day in which you let Life sort out your to-do list, while you let go, and sort out you.
This week is all about standing out. I’m being guided to a play bigger game. Much, much bigger, and I’m not entirely sure what that means, or what it requires; all I know is that it started today with a trip to the hairdressers, after a teary session with one of my mentors who cried along with me as if to say ‘it’s time to step up Tara. It is not okay to play safe anymore.’
I’ve never been more afraid and ready in my life. And while I can’t predict what this week will bring, my eyes and ears are open, and so is my heart, and that’s the absolute best I can do. It just goes to show; coaches need coaching and fear-busters (a la yours truly) need fears to bust…
Birthdays also need celebrating, so you can bet your bottom dollar that this Sunday, I’ll be smiled up, loved up and yes, lipstick-ed up to the nines. Last year, I celebrated with a birthday juice fast (remember that?), and while I had originally intended to make the fast a yearly tradition, this year, I’m prioritising cuddles with my man, a sunrise run along the beach (if the weather decides to play nice), and lots of laughter (preferably with this babe). Yep, that’ll do me just fine.
Okay, let’s nut this thing out. I want to know two things from you.
1. Self-Centred Sundays: are you in? What are you already looking forward to indulging in this weekend?
2. Where in life are you playing small? You might have to dig for it. Like, really dig. I’ll go first if you like?
I haven’t been embracing the woman I am. I rarely try to look beautiful. I hide behind pony tails and my man’s singlets and fly the ‘safe’ flag by calling myself a tomboy. ‘You have a tsunami soul that is trying to come out!’ is what was said about my feminine essence in this morning’s conversation. Guess what my homework is? Orgasms. Right on.
Back to you. I know you can find it. What is it? What’s the shield you use to cover up your brillance? Share below honey, because when you do, you breathe life into the solution.