I spend too much time inside my own head.

Sometimes, it’s a mess in there, a room falling apart and full of clutter. Papers everywhere. Each a reminder of all my regrets and sad moments. The radio is stuck on a station that replays conversations that didn’t go as I hoped (or maybe they did, but in this room, everything I have done is wrong). Cruel words that I’ve heard or said to myself wallpaper the room. I wish I could slam the door and never enter it again. But i find myself falling into it all too often. 

Other times, it’s beautiful there, like a refuge from the world, a cozy cabin in the middle of the woods. A warm fireplace always lit and ready for me to curl up on the comfy couch with a blanket. Books full of warm memories that I can never quite get back and imaginings of happy moments never lived. 

I spend too much time inside my own head. I forget that there is a world outside of me to experience. To run barefoot through a field, to stop and smell the fresh air, to pause to hear the sweet melody of the birds, to lie down and watch the sunset – to just be alive. May I learn to get out of my head more and  take more moments like this in 2025.