The week that was...

       ​I have to be honest: the last week has been one of the most trying weeks of my life and it can definitely be allocated to my top five of mentally exhausting, emotionally depleting and draining times of my existence; no dramatic-ness intended. This time is up there with the breakdown of my previous marriage and the diagnosis of ASD for my son, but I got through those chapters and even a week later I am feeling the weight already lifting from my chest.
       To my small circle of people who I am connected to and I keep close: I am back. There were a couple of days where I just didn’t feel like people-ing and I really only wanted to have my home tribe near, speaking to me and me to them. I sort refuge reflecting through journalling and just sort of floating through my social media feeds commenting, sending love and being partially present. I have had my week of wallowing and now it is time to get back to my goals, moving on while also looking forward to my next trip to New Zealand.
       So, here is to the upcoming week, the first official week of March and the Autumn season. I feel a certain reset in the universe and myself.

I am back,

​Danai xoxo