Mourning the feat of unconventionality.
Mourning that i forgot the part of me longing for freedom.
The freedom to adjust course even if i don’t get a piece of paper.
Mourning my lack of courage.
Mourning my confusion.
Mourning my lack of energy, my desire to hide.
Mourning that i am here again and not understanding why.
Tired of looking for tiny specks of gold in masses of rock.
Mourning the burn out.
Mourning the lack of support to get off the beaten path.
This morning, i noticed signs of meaning drain. To counteract that, i first wrote up this mourning and then summarized what i learned in an article on personal sustainability. I am realizing that mourning is an important part of living authentically. And so is sharing what i observe. That sharing brings meaning back into my life!