What makes you happy while you’re doing it? Or, more importantly, what gives you a sense of purpose?
As someone who has struggled with mental illness much of my life, and in the wake of the tragic suicides of people such as Kate Spade, Anthony Bourdain, Tyler Hylinski, and the countless others not in the celebrity spotlight that take their lives every day, I felt the need to make a short post about the importance of tending to our mental health.
I’m probably just off reading a book, typing away, walking the dog, or sitting in the grass somewhere, thinking about absolutely nothing.
Soft white flakes dance in the air like thousands of tiny Tinkerbell’s, swirling up, down, and side-to-side with any breeze or movement.
Today, my goals have changed, and instead of trying to lose weight, I’m actually consciously working to gain weight and gain lean muscle mass. With this I’ve done a lot of research, and recently, I made a discovery about myself that came as quite the surprise.
I still occasionally find myself crawling out of my chair in my office and lying on the floor, staring up at the white popcorn ceiling, yellowed by the soft light of my lamps, getting lost in the sea of texture, and losing any momentum I had previously gathered.
That’s not to say I’m not appreciative of the things in my life that I do have, it just means I want to take that next step, and continue progressing.