When trees shed their leaves and natural rhythms of life slowed down, my working tempo increased. In the last 10 years, I found myself exhausted by mid-December, and depleted by mid-March. To an extent, I didn’t mind. I came to dislike long grey winter nights in England. Spending winter months working extra hard gave me some space and time to enjoy spring.
Life has changed beyond recognition this year. I’m actually forced to slow down. Right now there is chicken pox (my daughter got it in the end). Once she is well, we are visiting my family in Azerbaijan (unfortunately, we had to delay our trip). I’ll have a dental surgery on 12 October which is likely to knock me out for a few weeks. And last but not least, we are planning to go abroad in December. It’s our birthday gift to ourselves, as we didn’t manage to celebrate our birthdays this year due to expecting my baby-girl’s arrival.
But even more importantly, my baby girl wants all the attention she can get right now. She is on the brink of crawling. Well, technically, she can already get herself from A to B by rolling, rotating, propelling herself forward, and, sometimes, by sheer willpower. I don’t intend on having more children, so this time of heightened engagement and loveliness is to be savoured. I’m giving myself permission to do just that. To slow down and to be as much as I can. To integrate all the learning I’ve done earlier this year. To go with the normal rhythms of nature, so that my being can restore itself before spring.
I’ll still blog, but probably once a week, more if inspiration strikes. I’m also thinking about introducing a weekly feature on my blog to showcase writing by other bloggers.
I love connecting with you all here. It’s exactly 11 months since I’ve started blogging and it’s been an amazing journey of growth and self-discovery. I am enormously grateful for your company.