I’ve learned it’s not possible to live carefree as we are all bombarded with constant energy in the form of responsibilities, happenstances, negative outcomes, even castoff of other’s energies even though they might be well-intentioned.
But consistently working to attain it is a serendipitous journey in and of itself replete with rewards for all five senses. Partaking in the reverberations of rhythmic sounds, meditating on serene sights, immersion with thought-provoking textures, a reverie of delightful tastes, or basking in memory-laden scents offers some carefree moments into my life. It’s necessary, especially with a negative mental health diagnosis that makes one fight for every bit of peace possible.
I’ve seen fellow sufferers in a cocoon of pain and fear that which they cannot escape. For many years, I’ve been told I’m fortunate to have been able to consume coursework, especially in spirituality and healing, to the extent that I have because it allows me a degree of foresight, and insight, not available to many with my diagnosis. For that reason, I work happily towards carefree moments: glimpses into serenity if you will. I make time for insouciant moments with my devil-may-care attitude. Granted I’m not always so happy-go-lucky but losing myself on the journey is its own reward.
Walking at the Landscape Arboretum was always enjoyable for me but I quit with COVID and all. So today, I accompanied Robert on the drive to Lino Lakes to measure a client’s home. Afterward, a nice, peaceful walk cleared my mind a tad and I returned with renewed vigor and thought about starting up the blogs for my main author page and the pseudonym as well.
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