The work that I do is very important to me. My walking on the Camino became very important to me. Then I reached Santiago de Compostela. I did not walk. I wanted what I could not have. I wanted to keep walking.
Learning when to stop has been hard. If I am ill I want to be well immediately and get back into life. I do not want to rest. Letting things go is not easy for me. My life keeps changing and I want to hold on to the good bits and reject the rest.
Walking was good. I was sad that it came to an end I took a little time and then had to move on to the next thing. Nothing is ever the same again, life is always changing, it never stays the same, I never stay the same.
Working is good. I am better at it when I take a rest. When I stop work physically I do something to also stop work mentally. Work is one of the main areas of my life – but not the only one.