It seems as though, since January, that change is in the air.
I have been teaching, lecturing, training, writing, and working in my office, more than what I had planned. I am grateful, don’t get me wrong, but I have a tendency to work way too much. I am the person who needs to be forcibly pulled away from my work. So it is good and bad. I like what I do so I don’t mind doing a lot of it. But over time, it takes it’s toll on me for sure. And a toll on my family, my garden, my dogs, and really everything around me.
This January, after I reviewed the past year, and my 65 hour work weeks, I made a promise to myself. A promise to spend more time doing things I love to do, but not work related. IT IS SO HARD.
I started my business based on one of my passions. That initial naive moment, when my business became a reality, and I felt inspired in every ounce of my being, has never left me. Each day I feel that, and I love it! But like many passions, too much of a great thing, can actually be a bad thing.
My promise to myself didn’t last long. I blasted into the new year, and I have allowed it to get busier and busier, and have looked for even more work to do with in these walls. Until last week. Last week I stopped myself, I saw the familiar trend, and I stopped. Stopped and looked around me, with eyes wide open. And I realized, in a very real way, WHY I need to get back to my promise.
So I have spent the better part of nine days, in the early mornings, in the mountains. Rain, mud, sun, snow, and wind. No phone. Hiking, thinking, photographing, and breathing. Sharing time with my children, and my dogs.
I am not sure if I have come to any great conclusions, or even a simple beginner type decision on anything. But something inside of me, not sure if it is my body or mind, is craving this. Fresh air, quiet, and feet on the earth.
I am going to take a wild guess that change is coming. I tend to not do well with change that I did not create myself. But if I do choose change, for me, just like my work, it comes from a place of passion and inspiration. So, I guess, bring it!
Montana never ceases to amaze me. It is so incredibly beautiful, and I never get tired of the view. Every time I turn the corner on a trail, or look out over a ridge, it takes my breath away. Every. Single. Time.
So here is to possible change, here is to loving what you do, and here is to Mother Nature. Enjoy, Nancy