When passion needs a pause

I’ve always been a passionate woman. When I care about something, I bring all of me into it. I want to do it well, to feel proud of it, to see it bloom. Well, except for cooking…that one still feels like a chore. I do it because I have to, but it rarely turns out as planned, my passion seems to save itself for other things.

When I fall in love with a project, I give it everything. It becomes my first thought in the morning and the last before I sleep. I think about it when I walk to the shop, when I make tea, when I notice something beautiful on the street. It happened when I was studying for an exam I cared about, when I worked on projects in my previous job, when I created my website, and now again as I finish my little book.

When something matters to me, I pour myself into it completely. I get absorbed in that creative flow where time disappears and inspiration feels endless. I love this space, the joy of creating something out of nothing, of watching an idea slowly take shape beneath my hands.

And yet, I notice how I can forget the other things that keep me balanced. My morning movement, my walks in the park, the simple act of being outside and watching the world. I haven’t really seen the colours of autumn this yea, the leaves shifting from gold to rust, and I miss that closeness to nature.

I want to make space for it again: for consistent movement, for the small, grounding rituals that nourish me.

It’s okay if my book takes a little longer and is okay if it’s not perfect. What matters is that it’s real, and that birthing it feels good. And it’s okay if I’ve drifted from my exercise routine. I will return to it, as I always do. Sometimes a pause brings us back with new excitement, like meeting an old friend after time apart.

So today, I’m going to the park. I’ll visit my eucalyptus tree, I wonder if she’s peeled now. I’ll bring a warm drink and a bar of dark chocolate, and I’ll sit there and just be, letting the air touch my face, letting my thoughts slow down, and watching the beautiful colours of autumn.

Love,

Rosie x