What Are Your Anchors? ⚓

23 Apr

A Gentle Return to Yourself

There are moments in life where everything feels like too much. Too fast. Too loud. Too overwhelming.

And in those moments… we don't need more to do. We need something to come back to.

Lately, I've been reflecting on what I naturally return to, not as a routine… but as a remembering.

I've started to think of these asanchors. Not something that holds you stuck… but something that steadies you when life pulls you away from yourself.

The Return

For me, it's never been about discipline or doing things perfectly. I slip in and out of practices. Life gets busy. I go into doing, holding, achieving…

And then something in me gently whispers “come back”.

Not loudly. Not forcefully. Just a quiet pull. And when I listen… I return.

"There is a quiet beauty in becoming, in meeting yourself again and again, through different people, different moments… each one returning you a little closer to loving yourself more. Maybe that was always the point." @wordbykris

The Body Always Knows

What I've come to understand through my work and my own journey is that the body is always guiding us home. It doesn't need fixing. It needs space to be heard.

And the things we return to… are often not new. They've always been there.

My Anchors

These are mine. Simple. Always available. Never demanding.

The Mat

This is my fastest way home. The moment I land… it's like my body says, “hello… you're back”Sometimes it's stillness. Sometimes it's gentle movement. But every time… it brings me back into myself.

The Breath

The one thing I carry with me everywhere. When my mind is busy… when I feel overwhelmed… when I'm holding too much, I come back to my breath. Not to change anything… just to be with it. And slowly… everything begins to soften.

Stillness

Not always easy especially for those of us who are used to doing, giving, holding it all together. But in the stillness… something shifts. It's where I hear myself again. It's where I feel what's actually there.

Connection

With myself first. And then with others… in a way that feels real, not performed. Because when I'm connected to me, everything else feels different.

It's Not One-Size-Fits-All

What anchors me… might not anchor you. And that's the beauty of it. There's no "right way" to return to yourself.

For some, it's walking by the ocean. For others, it's music, journaling, movement, or simply sitting with a cup of tea in silence. It's not about doing more, it's about noticing what brings you back.

This Is The Work

Not fixing yourself. Not becoming someone else. But returning. Again and again. To the body. To the breath. To the parts of you that have always been there… just waiting for you to come home.