Birthing a new life

Saw this on Facebook today and felt like it so aptly described my current feelings. At first glance, I quite identified with the newborn foal particularly at moment 0:22 – you know, the “faaaaack what is happening to me???” moment of pure struggle and confusion. But then the music kicks in and the mum gets up and starts welcoming her foal to the world, and I was like, yeah, that’s actually me, I’m the mum. I’m birthing a new life.

The process is totally nuts and exhausting. I have no idea what’s happening. I’m pushing like hell. I want to cry, but then all of a sudden, there’s this little thing to care for and get up on its feet, and we’ve got to get all this damn goo off you! Think I’m still in the pushing/crying phase right now…

This past week has been another ride on the new-move-rollercoaster. We had our big annual community conference at work where I met lots of beautiful, creative people. They are so inspiring, and it’s hard to believe my job is to support their amazing work. These are events are always so good for my soul, and I’m so glad the timing worked out for me to attend and lead a few sessions. I also went on a day trip to Healesville with some work colleagues and got to cuddle a wombat, see koalas and kangaroos up close and feed a bird out of my hand! It was pure Australian magic.

Work has been complicated too though; it’s just like starting a new job and I’m not sure where or how I fit in yet. At the same time, the housing question has been looming large over my head, and I was crushed to learn the two places I was most excited about seeing have been taken.

After two months living out of suitcases, I’m craving some stability. I’m keen to find my yoga studio and get out my art supplies. I miss my friends and family. Patience! Why is that such a hard one?

My affirmation for this week: I treat myself and the universe with loving patience.