Feeding Your Soul
Okay Okay, I know the title is a bit woo woo - but honestly, I think woo woo has it’s place!
Bare with me - by the time you are reading this (assuming it’s on Saturday the 7th of May) I will be living it up in Manchester with one of my oldest and dearest friends.
We met in comprehensive school when I was 11 years old, she was turning 12 as she’s a September baby and I’m a July baby. We were in the same form, and apart from some ups and down’s we have remined solid in each others lives.
She lives in Greater Manchester, and I live in South Wales so seeing each other isn’t always easy. Add to that we both have jobs and children - so seeing each other really is a treat!
She feed my soul.
What do I mean by this?
When we spend time together we really connect, we laugh and talk and usually have a drink or two and I feel connected to someone who was by my side during so many formative years and so many important life events. Through connecting with her I connect with myself too - she sees a part of me that very few know or see - and to me that’s GOLDEN. She reminds me of who I am away from mum, wife, chef, taxi driver and so on.
She is one of many people that feed my soul - makes me feel connected, whole, real and fills up my metaphorical cup of content and happy.
The woods, some meditation, being in or by the sea, watching This Is Us, walking my dog, reading a brilliant book (I recommend The Grace Year by Kim Liggett which is my current soul feeder of a book) - all things that feed my soul a little.
Maybe you’re reading this and wondering what on earth feeds your soul - maybe you have lost that connection - and that’s where I can help! In June I am running a 30 day program helping you give yourself Permission To Pause. Interested? Then keep posted over the next few weeks to join!
Really keen? Then pop a DM HERE and we’ll talk!
Until next time, Laura xx
**Notice, I didn’t mention my husband or children. Yes, they feed my soul - but I want to find things that are separate from my every day life. Of COURSE my children laughing feeds my soul, naturally my husband feed my soul. But my life is tied to other people and things too. It’s like when we want to complain about life at home and we feel like we have to caveat it by saying “I love my kids…” You live and love your life outside of your role “mum”. That’s okay! I give you permission.
