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You are not just managing a life. You are living one.
I’ve been considering the word “inhabitable” for longer than is reasonable or necessary…
It had its conception in the name of my blog, as this felt more close to the truth than anything else regarding the tides of my inner world… But the more that I sit with this word (because that’s just the sort of thing I do), the more I come to realize that it is far more than just a word or even a name. It is a whole philosophy. A practice. A question I keep asking myself on the ordinary days that make up most of a life, the ones without dramatic movement or neat narratives or anything else worth posting about… These are the quiet, unremarkable, fully human days when the following question matters most and gets asked the least:
“Am I actually inhabiting this life of mine? Or am I just getting through it?…”
And we all do know the difference between those two, I think. We are all familiar with the wonderful experience of remaining fully present within our bodies and our thoughts while being alive in an expanded, fully-expressed way. And then we all know what it means to simply survive the hours, check the boxes, manage the schedule and keep everyone fed and functional while somewhere underneath it all the truest version of ourselves sits in a quiet room, waiting for us to come back and visit her…