Let It Be Enough
Music, movement, and finding a little peace in the in-between
This is a quieter post, but not in a “nothing’s happening” kind of way. More in a “I’m paying closer attention to what is truly helping me right now” kind of way.
I’m coming back to some really simple, body-based support. The kind of things that don’t look impressive on paper but make a noticeable difference when I actually do them…
Vagus nerve support
Walking as often as I can.
Deep, intentional breaths, as often as I can remember.
Laughing…real laughing, not just a polite exhale through my nose.
Singing along (and dancing!) to whatever I’ve got on repeat lately.
Cold plunges for my face and hands.
And yes, my favorite: putting my legs up the wall. A lot. Like, a lot a lot.
It’s all very basic, and it’s also very effective.
It’s less about “fixing” anything and more about reminding my body that I’m safe, I can settle, and I don’t have to live in a constant state of low-level stress.
Music
It’s doing a surprising amount of heavy lifting right now.
The kind where it’s just always on in the background. Keeping me company, shifting my mood, helping me move through things without overthinking them.
I didn’t realize how much I needed that until I let it be part of my day more consistently.
And if you’re curious, right now it’s a mix of the Heated Rivalry soundtrack, Harry Styles, Laufey, Florence + the Machine, and Adele.
Letting go of what doesn’t fit, for now and for good…
There are things: projects, expectations, ideas, even big parts of my identity, that just don’t quite fit me anymore.
And instead of forcing them to fit me, or worse, forcing me to fit them, I’m letting them go.
Even when it’s hard or a little scary, and I’m not sure of the outcome.
There’s a kind of peace in transitions if I let myself move through them instead of trying to control the outcome. Which, as a late-realizing AuDHD woman going through perimenopause, is hell of a thing to realize.
There is power in surrender and realizing not only that I can’t control everything, but that I really don’t want to.
At the same time, I want to say this…
I’m doing my best to show up here authentically right now, and there is a lot going on that I can’t share or just don’t feel comfortable making public.
Some of it is hard. Most of it is actually really good, in the long term.
My little social media “experiment” has taken off in a way I didn’t expect (in the best way), and it’s bringing me a lot of joy. I’m trying to navigate all of it mindfully and with intention. You can find me over here on Instagram or my other Substack, babbling (inappropriately) about smutty books and fictional characters.
And honestly?
Self-care right now feels like not focusing so much on self-care.
Just living.
Paying attention.
And letting things unfold a little.
Thank you for being here.
For sticking with me through all the shifts, the messy weeks, the quiet ones, and everything in between. It really does mean a lot. Because gratitude is something I don’t even think about anymore as a form of self-care, it just is what I do and who I am…so this is me offering a sincere thank you for that!
Hope you get to enjoy some sunshine today, and that both sides of your pillow are cool when you go to bed tonight. 💛
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