Okay, so I’ve been on this whole “finding your well” kick lately, and let me tell you, it’s been a journey. I started out totally clueless, just feeling like something was… missing. You know that feeling?
The First Step (and the Stumble)
I started by thinking, “Okay, what am I even looking for?” I mean, a “well” is so vague. So I Googled it, obviously. Big mistake. I got bombarded with all this self-help jargon, and it just made my head spin. I felt even more lost than before!
Getting My Hands Dirty
Then, I thought, “Screw it, I’m just gonna do something.” So I started trying different things. Stuff I thought I would like. Stuff I thought I would hate.
- I tried painting. Total disaster. My stick figures looked like they were having an existential crisis.
- I joined a hiking group. Loved the fresh air, hated the early mornings (and the blisters).
- I volunteered at an animal shelter. Turns out, I’m way more of a cat person than I thought.
The “Aha!” Moment (Sort Of)
It wasn’t like a lightning bolt or anything, but slowly, I started noticing patterns. I felt energized after spending time with animals. I felt calm when I was creating something, even if it was a terrible painting. I felt connected when I was helping others. It wasn’t one specific “well,” but more like a bunch of little streams feeding into something bigger.
Keeping the Well Full
Now, it’s about keeping those streams flowing. It means making time for the things that make me feel good, even when I’m busy or stressed. It means saying “no” to things that drain me. It’s a constant work in progress, honestly. I’m trying to write in a journal, a good old paper book, which helps me to feel a little bit better.
It’s not perfect, and I definitely still have days where I feel like I’m wandering in the desert. But now, I at least have a compass, and I’m learning to trust it. I am learning to understand what really means to me.
