I’ve never been too good at admitting to failure but I’ve been even worse at thinking if this didn’t work it doesn’t mean something else will .
Something else will work, perhaps only when it’s right.
I’ve spent a lot of time flogging a dead horse but since this recent sentiment came along I’ve found myself more and more focused on trying and changing and with it it’s released an awful lot of guilt and blame.
Choosing to change, choosing to try is in actual fact far more fulfilling than routinely pulling up blame and “you’ve failed, you’ve failed, you’ve failed…”
It’s not failure, it’s just not right. Sometimes you have to try all the porridge’s before you find the right one for you.
The first thing I’m attempting this attitude to is our week in Marrakesh. I’m notorious for feeling strung out and overwhelmed by not filling my time properly. Somewhere along the line, being busy got misconstuded for being productive when most often it’s the least productive use of time.
Myself and Josh have also committed this week to complete and utter, floating rest. No guilt, no productivity, just switch off.
The ultimate week(end) we never give ourselves.
In this week I also intend to employ the art of stillness. Switching off the do anything/everything attitude and instead taking time to revel in nothingness, in Elizabeth Gilbert sitting on her roman floor eating asparagus, watching the birds and listing to the wind and allowing myself to have inspiration and creativity bloom if it wishes or stay hidden if it rather.
Instead of insanity we have committed to a week of complete and utter rest.
The ultimate in luxury.
*if you want to know more about the art of stillness I loved this blog post by coach and speaker, Blaire Palmer.