The world is shifting. Mental health is finding equal presence with that of the physical.
The digital age has sped the planet up. Clinging onto a world going at the rate of knots is not easy at times, especially in the workplace. Younger people have no knowledge of a life less connected; a life going at sprinter’s pace rather than the more placid speed of the long distance runner – the lack of rush it was meant to be during our protracted journey to what ultimately awaits. But humankind is waking up. Wellness and clipping the momentum off of our lifestyles to something a tad more soothing are in vogue. Making the mind take notice of the body; making the mind more knowing of its own self. Finding better ways for the protection of both. Now that’s the go. Most of us need to retreat – that’s the big picture.
Ms Lester, in the attached, has now also seen hints of another way. A work commitment took her to a Thai wellness retreat – an option that perhaps she may have never considered otherwise; an option more associated with the fortunate and well-heeled few. But it did demonstrate, for her, what is possible; she found a place where it is okay to take time to smell the roses. These ways are worth considering for those of us who can remember that other pace in another century – and for those who can’t, but feel less connectiveness, not more, should be their mantra.
I’ve previously documented that it took a cruise to convince me that I too needed to disconnect more. Soon after, my own personal wellness retreat emerged by the Derwent in Hobs. A river, by definition, soothes in its lower reaches. Here I have a partner who was, is and always will be a calming, settling and de-stressing agent in my life. Added to that is the humble house by the riverbank I adore, complete with a man cave to retreat to. Here the living is easy, I can disconnect on a whim or by routine. And I’ve found quietude away from the former hectic buzz of day to day existence. I can quietly search for balance, work out suitable compromises with food, alcohol, sugar and attachment to small screens.
This person’s retiring life is gently busy and there’s very little that can’t wait till tomorrow. I am aware that for some the formal end of a working life leads on to just more of the same, just with the parameters adjusted – and if it is felt that’s to one’s benefit, then, why not? But deadlines, saying constantly ‘Yes, yes yes,’ to the impositions of others is, for me, the life of yesteryear. If the only real bane I have is the Midlands Highway and the odiousness of a few politicians, well then, I’m not doing too badly. I can now lose myself in my music any time I want, take in the latest at the cinema or on a television platform, engross myself in reading, blogging, letter-writing and stamps to my heart’s content. Then there are the joys of cooking and being out and about with my love. That’s enough. That’s contentment.
It’s not perfect. The outside can still impact and cause concern – but my mind feels healthy and I hope my body holds up for a while yet.