Finding Balance, or at Least Trying
It’s been a while since I updated this space. A lot has been shifting around me — settling into new routines, part-time university, and trying to navigate the ever-tricky line between rest and productivity. I’ve started my history and archaeology course , and while I want to follow the advice of well-meaning people and focus on small tasks without thinking about output, I have to admit it only made me feel worse. My body clock has been all over the place, dragging me into darkness earlier than I’d like, which has meant hauling out the sunlamp and vitamin D supplements again. Seasonal affective disorder is relentless, and I can’t pretend it’s anything but the worst. Still, there’s something undeniably beautiful about this time of year. Sweater weather , leaves falling, the subtle shift of the light — moments like these make you stop, breathe, and notice. Yet, resting too much recently started to feel less like rejuvenation and more like decay. It didn’t even feel like me. People tel...