10/27/2025
✨ Two Weeks Off✨
Today marks exactly two weeks since I wrapped up three full weeks of teaching and organizing in Berlin. I’ve been working there over unification day since 2011.
This morning I woke up craving movement again—a gentle routine of apple cider vinegar, rolling out my feet, tapping, elastic band work, spine mobility. I made breakfast, washed my hair, and started getting ready for dancing tonight. It felt so good to want to move.
The past two weeks have been a dance of their own: back and forth between “shoulds,” task lists, naps, and binging trashy shows on my phone.
About 12 years ago, in Berlin, I confided to a New Orleans musician about my struggles with depression. He related, and even connected me with a therapist in Mendocino. Out of those sessions, two life-saving truths landed:
1. Get a pet to reflect my behavior.
2. Give myself two weeks of nothing after each retreat.
I’ve come a long way since then. I don’t beat myself up for “feeling bad.” But I do forget to really honor those two weeks of rest.
This time, I tried: I blocked the time, but I also packed in meetings, travel, teaching, DJing, and plenty of trains between cities. I flaked on a few meetups, got bursts of work done, and also…let myself sleep, wander, and zone out.
I felt guilty at moments—thinking I should’ve taught more, exercised more, worked harder. But I kept reminding myself: these weeks were meant to be slow. When I found myself watching a show, I allowed it. When I felt like dancing, I went.
And today? I woke up naturally wanting to exercise, to strengthen, to eat well, to focus again. I love that I can trust the habits I’ve built over time to carry me forward, even when I’ve needed a pause.
Rest is also part of the work. 🌿