As the new year unfolds, it’s an opportune time to reflect on how we perceive energy. Often, we liken our energy to a leaky bucket, something that depletes and needs constant refilling. But this perspective might be limiting us.
What if we reimagined energy through different metaphors?
For me, I relate to energy like the wind or a breeze. The wind is always there – sometimes subtle, other times forceful. Understanding the direction of life’s winds is crucial. For instance, my aging father is nearing the end of his life, a situation requiring me to travel weekly in an already busy schedule. I could resist it, fight against it and feel drained by it or I accept it, recognizing that this is where the wind is currently taking me and look for ways for it to energise me.
Of course plenty of potential metaphors for personal energy.
Imagine energy as wind, guiding us like a sailboat on its course.
Or as ocean waves, where we learn to ride the highs and lows.
Perhaps, think of it as a flowing river, carrying us effortlessly forward.
These metaphors aren’t just poetic; they offer new ways to understand and harness our energy.
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When we think about energy incorrectly we run the risk of viewing things as de-energising when in fact they are just this season of life.
By exploring these varied metaphors, we open ourselves to more fluid, dynamic ways of managing and experiencing our energy, transforming not just how we feel, but how we engage with life itself.
So what is your metaphor for personal energy?
Recently I was chatting to a stranger who had, in my opinion, a very dated and passionate view on military conscription.
Life can never be lived perfectly.
Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but we are already one month into 2019.
“Cask wine still exists!” I was surprised to say the least. I had been eating lunch with friends and they politely informed me that cask wine was still a thing. Not convinced, because I’ve never seen it at the supermarket, I decided to check it out the next time I went shopping and I was expecting it to be tucked away in some obscure place.
I’m not sure what caused the epiphany. Maybe it was the brief moment I had sitting in crisp fresh air marveling at the lake and mountains nestled in the Swiss Alps. Perhaps it was processing time from long hours of driving. Or something I was reading, I cannot recall.