I have so many feelings. So many. So many. So many. It's like I have a bunch of rivers flowing through me, just beneath the surface of my skin - and they all have different widths and depths and colors and power.
Yesterday I started to write a blog post about overwhelm. About how it feels when it all feels like it’s "too much". This was always a theme of mine when I was in therapy. How could I move through the world with less overwhelm and more joy?
I just read that phrase in my journal from last year. This is my truth I go back to. When I get lost, down, doubt myself and my ability to change the world (yep, I got big dreams), I think of this simple action: Be a love pusher, Nat.