This week’s dispatch comes to you from my mum’s sunny second-floor office, I came into the city for some business and pleasure over the weekend, bleeding into this week. As I was heading out the door on Friday, I was reminiscing on all of the times I was a visitor to Toronto in my early 20s coming back for stints over holidays, reading weeks and when the mood struck. In those days I always pushed myself to the edge, scheduling every single moment of my time up until I caught the train (usually quite hungover..). The last couple of city visits I’ve made since we moved in the summer took on a similar pattern: less hangover (ish) but jam-packed, with events or lunches and dinners, drinks, hangouts, shopping dates, etc. When I would get back to the homestead it took me a couple of days to find my equilibrium. But gearing up for this trip I felt a a shift in myself wherein I wanted to show up differently. Being in the depths of fall and the precipice of winter, I’ve really slowed down and have become quite attached to my routine, my practice, and the tools that support me. I have had a lot going on since I launched my business with many moving parts (check out my website if you haven’t already!) and given the nature of my work with clients, I am feeling protective over my time and energy - I have to feel my best in order to support them and as much as I keep them accountable, they do the same for me. This isn’t all to say that I have been a total hermit, but I have struck a balance that I’ve never been able to achieve before and I thought I would share what it has looked like this time around.
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