At the ripe old age of 31 my joints ache and crackle. This afternoon I caught myself taking a slight detour to avoid five wobbly stone steps in the park. I get headaches and I feel tired most days. This is not what I want my health to be like in my thirties, let alone forties, fifties and onwards. Over the past few months I have been re-reading many of my favourite books and reading new favourites for the first time. I have been enjoying the summer, watching new chapters of my life open wide, and watching new chapters opening for those I love. I have felt ideas simmering away, ideas that are finally bursting to be let free.
Being intentional has no "one size fits all" option. It takes a unique form in your life, shaping itself to perfectly fit you, your desires and your needs. In my life (sometimes, sometimes not) being intentional looks like this: - Being present and mindful in even the smallest of tasks. - Being comfortable sitting alone with my thoughts and feelings. - Leaning into discomfort and fear. - Spending time with those I love and hearing what they say, not what I think they say.