Sleepwalking No More


Hello friends,

While out running errands the other day, I paused to snap a photo of a sticker on a concrete barrier. The sticker read, in bold print, Realize You’re Alive.

It seems like a simple injunction, doesn’t it? Too obvious to say out loud. Of course we realize we’re alive! We’re breathing, aren’t we? We’re thinking. Moving through the world…

But do we actually pause long enough to feel this? This thing called us, on this planet, rotating in space, living.

How often are we sleepwalking through life, rather than actively living? Is our morning routine rote, or intentional? Do we notice our surroundings as we walk or drive or take the bus to work? How much consciousness is sunken into our internal complaints?

Do we pause to notice and breathe? To make a choice about what comes next?

We all make choices, every moment of the day, but all too often, they are choices made by default. It’s a powerful thing to consciously choose.

If life has become too filled with routine, the start of a new year—no matter how arbitrary a marker—is a great time to make small changes.

We can re-set our intentions and strategize on how to follow through. We can commit to a series of small daily choices.

What kind of year would you like to have? What facets of that are in your control? What are three small shifts in attitude or habit you can make to bring about what you want, need, or desire?

May we all cultivate lives filled with presence and choice.

Best wishes - Thorn


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