It started when I took for granted the things I loved most, lost in a haze of to-dos and decisions on how to spend my time.
And I forgot that the pauses in life were sweeter than I thought.
I found the joy I lost by stopping, breathing, and noticing.
Life took on new meaning when I slowed down to think about what I was experiencing, be it anxiety, excitement, or sadness. Moving, meditating, and mediating the in-between space through journaling transformed my mindset and my writing.
I created this space for those of you who are sensitive, introverted, and creative, but feel like mindfulness is a struggle. Get yourself moving outside, let yourself pause, set expectation aside, and try to honor the messy, middle way.
Things aren’t perfect, but they don’t have to be. The confluence of that stuck and anxious feeling about life can quietly settle if we let ourselves break open, fully experience it, and get curious about it. Despite the discomfort, we realize the dregs of syrup at the bottom of the bottle are pure gold.
By slowing down and confronting my fears, I discovered the mapled version of me, which was intuitively there all along, beneath the perfectionist chatter. Trust that you can find your way there too. Confused on where to start? I’ll write you a weekly love note to give you some encouragement along the way.
Say hello! Send me a note at firstname.lastname@example.org or direct message me on Instagram @mapledmeg.
Covered with maple trees or maple wood.
Mid 19th century; earliest use found in John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892), poet, abolitionist, and journalist. From maple + -ed.