Grounding yourself is really freaking hard.
I’m not good at remaining grounded. I get excited too easily, all caught up in the little picture and tangled in the idea of my ideas. But I’m slowly learning what activities help me to take a step back.
Travel is one, I can never travel somewhere and come home without realising how silly it is to obsess over the small stories. I love coming home after being away because when I re-enter the familiar territory of everywhere that I know, I return carrying under my arm all that I once didn't know. The fact that I am reminded of all that I don’t know, is very refreshing.
Not to be a total Yogi or anything, but Yoga has been a very beneficial, recent addition to my life. Yoga was always a bit woo-woo for me, until someone explained the philosophy behind it. Something simple like spreading the weight between your spread out toes, reminds me that I don’t have to carry my entire day on just my heels. The weight should be spread evenly and my footing should be solid utterly connected to the ground.
Writing also helps connect the dots and zoom me out, as well as somehow zooming me in further than what I ever thought to look before. Dancing makes me feel extraterrestrial and hiking makes me think about God.
Everyone should have something to ground them.
Today I stumbled across a poem I wrote the day I got off the Spirit of Adventure, and it reminded me to be the better version of myself.
I no longer care about social media
Who has the most likes or what somebodies food looks like
I no longer care if my body doesn’t quite fit into societies box
My body is stronger than I thought and now my most trusted ally.
It won’t let me fall instead it pushes me higher than my fear.
I no longer care about my clothes, the latest trends or if I look pretty in a shop windows reflection.
If my clothing keeps me warm and comfy I’ll be happy.
My clothing is not what people should judge my worth on and if they do they aren’t worth my time.
I no longer care about the latest hot actor, pasted like a painting over ever billboard you can see.
I no longer care about makeup. I don’t want to paint my face with products when my skin is so beautiful. Flawed yes, but so so pretty
I no longer care for the noise. I don’t want to have to be on Pinterest to poop. Surely my mind is allowed to be quiet for a few moments while shitting.
I no longer care about societies preconceptions of my life path
I’ll go where I want and enjoy however long it takes to get there.
I care about the people that surround me. And the ones that don’t.
I care about what someone’s hug feels like and how their laugh makes me feel.
I care if their smile makes me warm and their jokes make me laugh.
I care about sandy feet, salty hair and smoothies.
I care about fresh fruit, climbing high, cold water and hiking.
I care about homemade food and helping the hands that make it.
I care about the sea and the sky and chasing the line in between
I care about homemade music mixing melodies with my voice and fingers.
I care about dirty fingernails and bare feet with ankle bracelets