I woke up with the sun this morning, the air still cool and carrying that soft hush that only exists in the Highlands before the day fully wakes. The first thing I did was reset the living room after my brother's visit yesterday. I opened every window wide, letting the freshness pour in, the kind that instantly makes your lungs feel cleaner.
Hot water with lemon in hand, I stepped onto the porch. The mountains stood steady in the distance, wrapped in morning light, and I decided to capture myself in this moment. I pulled out my tripod and my camera, pressed record, and just… existed. I’ve been doing this since I arrived on Sunday, documenting not for the world, but for me. Proof that I was here, living and breathing in my own company.
Breakfast was slow. Work came next. Then a late morning nap, my body claiming what it needed after a night of broken sleep. Today’s intentions were simple: a Pilates workout, a long walk, nourishing food, and a little business planning.
The walk was glorious. The trail opened up to stretches of green, the kind that makes you forget whatever was clouding your mind. My brain needed that, a little unplugging, a little reminder that not everything needs to be solved right now.
Back at the cabin, I moved into deep work. Writing, for me, for you, for us. This is my anchor here. And in today’s ‘Tea with Self’ post, I share how other people’s energy can affect us, and why we must be careful with what we allow in.
Dinner tonight is yesterday’s leftovers: herby chicken with sautéed potatoes and vegetables, drizzled with red wine gravy. Rich, comforting, and exactly what this evening needs.
And as I sit here, I can’t help but notice these days are a preview of what’s to come when I move into The Nest next year. Quiet. Intentional. Rooted in my own rhythm.
So maybe this season is about me. About becoming my own safe place. About remembering that the people who left only ever led me back to myself. Here, I am healing. Here, I am kinder to my soul. I am not rushing my heart. I am not waiting for someone else to fix it.
One day, when I open my heart again, I will do so without looking for replicas of what has been.
Here, I am free to love differently. Including myself.
Journaling Prompt
What would your days look and feel like if you made yourself your own safe place?
Inspired Call-to-Action
Today, do one thing that feels like home to your soul, whether it’s making a meal just for you, rearranging a space, or taking a walk alone in nature.
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There is a difference between intellectually having boundaries and actually having boundaries (creating, stating and holding)… so so true.
In my own experience having or not having them was wrapped up in beliefs about being kind, helping others or being cold, unloving or disrespectful.
In reality by not being clear and conscious about my own boundaries and holding them when they were challenged I was being cold, unloving and disrespectful of myself and sometimes steeling the responsibility or opportunity to learn from others.
Not anymore and it sounds that way for you too 🙏🏼