Relaxation is almost counter-intuitive for me, it is as if I have to apply a force to the natural workings of my inner self in order to first unwind and then forge forward in a slow kind of fashion. To work is to be. To rest well just not a language I speak. And quite possibly I have missed the plot on this one.
So I am trying to unravel it.
It is a slow unwind.
I am a tightly wound bobbin.
Very good at working, it propels me, launches me daily. Purposes me. Drives me. And therein lies the defect. Driven. Launched. Propelled. Reaching ever higher.
The trick : balance. Elusive right now, but in pursuit of it.