From almost two years ago
A note I wrote after a week of resting at home, taking a break from buried under 1000+ 1 projects in an attempt to make the world a better place
For too long, working in non-profit, social innovation, and other public-minded creative projects. Day after day, year after year, working 6 and sometimes 7 days a week, I started to let myself be defined by work, and the meanings it was supposed to bring to the world outside.
I forgot who I was, beyond work
I forgot what brought me joy
A few months before, in a yoga class, I burst into 10 minutes of non-stop tears. It was the first time in days I allowed myself time to stop thinking about how to make work “work”, be distant from the deadlines. I didn’t want to scare the classmates around me, but I could not my wail and the tears that were rapidly dropping. I saw how much I had been brutalizing myself.
Seeing a good friend over dinner, she looked at me firmly and with kind eyes, “Maggie, the way out is in!”, quoting zen Master Thich Nhat Hanh.
Lounging around at home resting that week: I slept, I cooked, sat and walked around with a headache and soreness in the body. If I remember correctly, I also meditated and tossed in yoga stretches when I had the energy.
A week later, came the wisdom: “I am more than my work” so I scribbled it down. I also remembered that I am, in essence, an human being, not an “human doing”.
Another week later: “but my work can be bigger than me”
I learned that I can’t take care of the world if I can’t take care of myself. Change starts from within, before it can inspire beyond.
Since then, well-being has become the core of what I do.
Grateful for the opportunities that have come my way in the past two years, teaching yoga, mindfulness and sensory experiences- different manifestations, but with a similar goal to come back to the self first, and then expand it beyond.
Looking back – noticing how far I have come, I am overwhelmed with joy and gratitude.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Universe, people, love, LIFE.