1.10.22 // One Hour

I had an hour to myself and I let my curiosity lead the way…
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Well, it didn't start that way.
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When I first found out I had an hour, I told myself, "I should walk for the full hour. I should get some exercise." I grabbed my beach bag and headed towards the beach with expectations running high.
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But, as I walked to the beach, I realized I was "shoulding" myself again. It was a narrative the 20-something Liz used to tell herself over and over - if I have free time I should be exercising, I should be moving, I should be working towards bettering my body.
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From the time it took to leave my front door and go ten paces down the sandy streets of Holbox Island, I realized that telling myself to do something isn't the way I want to lead my hour, my day, or my life.
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So as I caught my thoughts in the act of old habits, I listened instead of punished and pivoted instead of staying in the status quo.
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I tried to quiet my mind, letting my wants and needs speak louder than my expectations- what was my heart, my body, and my soul yearning for?
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The soft.
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My heart, body, and soul was craving the sweet loving embrace of the soft and the slow.
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So while I expected to power walk the beach, what I needed was a simple existence - a warm beach blanket, my nose in a book, and some deep breaths.
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As I rounded the corner to the beachfront, my intuition's volume turned up, I let her lead as I quieted a mind full of cogs constantly turning.
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And while I talked myself out of walking the beach aggressively, my intuition still pulled me down the beach with the sight of a sky full of dancing kitesurfers billowing like birds above the ocean. It was beautiful, it was exactly what I needed.
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My shoulds, which turned into coulds, turned invisible by an intuitive curiosity.