Dearest friend,
There is something I’ve been slowly learning lately and I think I need to say it out loud, maybe for myself as much as for you.
Sometimes, you can be doing everything “right” and still feel tired, emotional and that your body is not quiet cooperating with you. Strangely enough, that doesn’t always mean something is wrong. Sometimes I think the body is simply recalibrating.
Healing, balancing and adapting are rarely a neat process. I think we like to believe there will eventually be a point where cortisol settles down, hormones behave themselves and everything finally runs smoothly forever. But I’m beginning to think the body is less like a machine and more like a jazz band, occasionally hamonious, often improvising and sometimes unbearably loud at the most inconvenient moments
This realization has been both comforting and frustrating. I think what I’m slowly learning and resisting, because control feels safer, is that this season isn’t about mastering the system. It’s about learning to listen instead of constantly trying to perfect it.
Noticing my patterns without becoming obsessed with them. Responding gently instead of panicking and adjusting without assuming every tired day is a failure. Some days the body needs nourishment. Some days it needs deep rest and some days it simply needs me to stop trying to fix everything for a little while.
I am learning that I am human and wonderfully complexed. I am living inside a body that is constantly trying to find its balance again. It is my job to support is, not to try be my old self, because even if I like it or not, that part of me is gone forever. Maybe this whole journey is less about forcing my body into perfect behaviour and more about learning how to be kind to it.
If cortisol, insulin and hormones were roommates, I suspect they’d still be arguing over the thermostat half of the time anyway.
With love.
The Whimsical Mailbox