I seem to have spent the entire year thinking non stop, about everything.

Mulling it all over. My heavy life, the struggles the aches, the disappointment, the curious, the what ifs, the future, the past.

And I think, I'm starting to settle into winter mode. Exhausted, burned out, fragile. Ready to hibernate a little, to cosy up and let things be for a while. Let my mind rest.

The season of slowing down, layering up, feeling warmer, taking care of ourselves.

I forget, when longing for easier, happier days, that stopping and being is so very necessary.

That even walking the same route, you can notice something new or something a little magic.

That even the process of making a cup of tea and then waiting for it to cool a little, feeling the warmth against your cold hands. And feeling the hot liquid slip right down your throat, warming your insides and soothing your qualms, can be something of wonder.

I forget so easily. That sometimes the most simplest of acts are the most effective.

And letting my mind finally rest is too.

I have been forcing myself to make big decisions more urgently than they need to. And so I am reminding myself that I can live my life as slowly as I choose. That trusting the timing and letting it unfold a little more naturally is actually more beneficial to me.

Especially right now.

I don't need to give myself a deadline. I just need to stay present and keep prioritising myself. And my happiness.