Guten Tag, Reader, I am just getting off the river as this hits your inbox, so I am sharing a letter from two years ago that has not lost any of its relevance. Two things before you get to read that gem, though: Moss Hour, my virtual Forest Bathing Gathering formerly known as "Backyard Baths," is happening on July 7. I'd love it if you dropped in. The Solstice is nearing, and if you are in Missoula, please join me at Waterworks Hill for a Mindful Saunter on June 20, 6-7:30 p.m. The details are here. If the registration process is too cumbersome, simply call (406) 721-7275. And now, on with the Re-Joy Letter...There are a few things that happen each year around this time:
Mind you, 'motivational coaches' is what they call themselves, and I am sure their methods motivate many people. Not me. But that's not what the following little rant will be about. (I have written about my resistance to goal setting; you can read that letter here.) Many coaches would probably also refrain from ranting in their newsletters and tell you that anger is an unhealthy emotion. I am not that kind of coach, either, so here we go⦠[rant mode: on] I probably should have known better than to open the email with the subject line "The Mid-Year Reset." I probably should have stopped reading when the first paragraph contained all the buzzwords: time management, harnessing opportunities, and daily exercise. I MOST DEFINITELY should have clicked the link labeled 'compassionate review' rather than the one I did click labeled 'mindset management.' But you know, sometimes my brain wants a little drama, and then it makes me bite into a lemon or click on things. And the brain drama climaxed when I arrived at the paragraph where the author suggested goal ideas for the next six months. The first item on the physical health list was: 'lose X pounds' (followed by 'fit into size X trousers'). Why, in 2023, is this boring stuff still at the top of the list for physical health goals for all the people? Why are we still insisting that smaller sizes are healthier by default? Why are women still spreading this patriarchal nonsense? And then⦠under mental health goals, the author suggested 'be less anxious in X situations' as if constantly criticizing ourselves for having the 'wrong' body shape and wearing too large of a size wasn't a source of that anxiety (and as if we could just flip an anxiety on/off-switch). [rant mode: off] Listen, I stand by the one resolution I want you to make and keep: Stop hurting your own feelings. And by the idea of not breaking the promises you make yourself. And I certainly believe in checking in with yourself about all kinds of stuff:
I'd love to know if you have a good half-year journaling prompt or tarot spread. Simply reply to this email. Another 'relaxing, meditative practice' I want to lay onto your heart, as the Germans say:Backyard Baths
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I am a recovering perfectionist, productivity chaser, and people pleaser, coaching women to disrupt old thought patterns, let go of behaviors that keep them stuck, and make their joy an everyday priority.
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