Energy is definitely one of those things that flows both ways with me. Last weekend, I was full of energy, sparked in large part by being at a retreat with generous and intelligent women writers. I left there Monday, my head full of ideas and my heart full of support and kindness.
This weekend, I’m mellowing out. I’m currently sitting outside under grey skies that threaten to spit a bit of rain on me, but I’m not moving till it happens. I can hear the birds better out here, from the raucous crows to the sweet trills of that unknown bird just off my right side. I’m a bit chilly; I could put on socks and shoes, but my feet are still enjoying the freedom that yesterday’s warm sun promised them. I know soon that rain will show up and I’ll retreat inside to the dry warmth of my tiny trailer and listen to raindrops on the roof as I make a cup of hot tea.
I learned early on in this full-timer gig that every day can’t be a tourist day, seeing things, going places, doing stuff. For every day that I’m an explorer of new places, I am an introvert hanging out near my trailer. For every weekend that I’m full-on active and engaged, there’s a weekend of sleeping in, reading books, and having toast for dinner.
I suppose it’s just coincidence that my astrological sign is Libra, the balance scales. Like those scales, I bend far to one side, then the other, until I find my balance. Energy up, energy down, it all works out in the end.
Life is a dance with the universal flow.