Hiya writer friends,
We’ve moved, we’ve unpacked, and by the time you read this, we may even have Internet (fingers crossed). We’ve been borrowing WiFi from an incredibly kind neighbor so far, and while that’s been crucial for getting work done, only one of us can get on a meeting at any time and that’s been, shall we say, interesting.
I read somewhere that moving is an excellent way to break old habits. Your brain is no longer on autopilot and it’s having to think about where to turn when you leave the house, or which drawer the knives and forks are in when you’re having dinner. Because of this, it’s easier to introduce new habits in your life—and of course, get rid of old, unwanted ones.
For me, this move has functioned as a reset. I’ve created clear boundaries around work and play, rarely allowing one to seep into the other. And I know it’s working—I’ve read almost 10 novels in the last 15 days!
Still, I’m exhausted from the move and Covid has kicked my arse this time around—I can’t walk more than a few minutes without my lungs crying out in pain. I tire easily. And there’s brain fog in a way I haven’t experienced before.
Thankfully, I’m a two-minute walk from the beach, and the warm, sunny weather has been a tremendous help.
I’m feeling the healing vibes and enjoying this downtime while it lasts. Because a new project is bubbling up, and soon I will be raring to go again.
Cheers,
Natasha