14/06/2026
That was the thought that hit me as I sat on the runway waiting to fly to Spain last week.
Not exactly the mindset I’d been hoping for before hosting a retreat.
One minute I was thinking about sunshine, somatic movement and the wonderful women I was about to spend a week with.
The next, my brain had disappeared into one of those rabbit holes where it becomes absolutely convinced it needs to solve everything immediately.
Do you know the ones?
The ones where your mind races ahead into every possible future and won’t come back?
The ones where you’re desperately searching for certainty, for answers, for some sort of reassurance that everything is going to be okay?
I’ve had enough loss in my life to know that certainty is a funny thing.
The more tightly I try to grab hold of it, the more overwhelmed I become.
And yet, when I can soften.
When I can breathe.
When I can stop treating uncertainty like an emergency...
Something shifts.
Not because the problem disappears.
It doesn’t.
But because I can finally see beyond the panic.
I can see possibilities.
I can see options.
I can find a next step.
And often, that’s all I need.
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Orla x