I have shared a bit about my faith and I discuss it more over here. However, I was driving around today packing my life up into boxes, suitcases and old garbage cans.
Pictures of the last four years. Old cards from friends years ago. Cards when I first left for Australian encouraging me. My Bible. My books. My taxes. My whole life, as I know it, packed into cars and driven back to where I started.
I am moving back to where I started four years ago….but with a new fire.
I like the idea of going back to your roots, your foundation. It’s widely refreshing and yet dangerous in some ways. Am I actually a different person or will I get sucked back into the old patterns that moving helped me escape in some instances?
I have been thinking a lot about my recent transformation, toying with intuitive eating (great post about this) and my faith. I feel like I have branched away, for the most part, from having to be anything to anyone inregards to my weight. I am mostly happy with where I am at. Am learning how to balance food and exercise as a LIFESTYLE choice and not a diet and finding pride in what I have accomplished.
With my faith I am struggling.
I am looking at ALL of the rules of Christianity and freaking out. I am finding myself wanting to rebel and not nurture my growing spirituality. I am mentally being sucked down with rules/expectations/examples of ‘perfect Christians’/people who are trying to be perfect but ‘slip up’.
It’s almost like being in a community of people who are obsessed about body image, eating uber clean and then blogging about how they aren’t perfect. Just like I did with food…until I said I am going to stop and just be.
I hope that in some ways this resonates with you: either where you are and/or where you’ve been. I think that eating intuitively is so much more than that. It’s living intuitively and being who you are by not only honouring your health, but honouring your soul.