I often go in and out of my head, daydreaming, writing poetry, creating cinematic moments while engaging with life through rose coloured glasses. Everything is romanticized, and beauty is found in the simplest of gestures. Even the "ugly" becomes an opportunity to look at the intricacies of the place, face, or situation that I find myself privy to.
Although yesterday I found myself in my head ruminating on thoughts that I had no desire to revisit, but did. Instead of letting them pass through, to avoid obsessing or going back to places I had no desire to revisit I kept moving. Moving my body in hopes that it would take me out of my head. I sat in the sun, I ran errands, I meditated, I read, yet I still felt somewhat restless.
I guess sometimes we all of have those days. However I did notice that yesterday's brooding reminded me of how much my life has changed, inner and outer. So I guess sometimes going back, just a little, can also reinforce ones present intentions. -tM