I hope you all had a good week. I am writing to you from Brussels, Belgium, where I went to fast for the Jewish day of atonement. It was actually the first time I fasted for that special day in a long time and it felt so very good to tune in and put my system to rest. Lately, rest has had more room in my vocabulary as I have felt on the tired side. And when I do rest, a part of me tends to to feel bad not to be doing.

There is a voice inside my head that tells me that i have no right to write about life, especially when i don’t have my own life “in order”. But then, when i truly question the validity of that thought, I realise that we are all trying to make it out there (or in here), trying to hold on to things for our dear life, yet somehow the harder we try and compare ourselves to others, the more disconnected we become from what truly makes us feel “in order.”

I used to think that in order to be happy, life should be “perfect”. But, i have learned with this work (i know a little late but you know the saying) that human beings are imperfect, so the search for perfection is to be left in vain, and instead, embracing the present moment and the joy and pain that come along with it is key.

I write and delete, not sure of how much i want to share of the critical voice inside my head after performing “not so well” in Lisbon for a workshop this week. Why did i perform poorly? I didn’t check in with myself and what was really present for me before starting, nor did i tune into what was present in the room as i began. After doing so well last month, I was sure i was going to nail it again this time:)