Past month has been emotionally quite a rollercoaster, from facing situations that you once already went through, just to living them partly again. Visiting my old home towns, where life partly seemed to freeze yet when you hop more deeper, you can see that indeed, the time has actually been flowing, and places changed.

And how much I have changed. 

That was the first notice that I made, when getting more closer to Finland and seeing my old home country from far above, from the windows of the airplane. Something felt weird, I knew exactly where I was about to land yet everything felt so different.

That odd feeling kept following me the first week, as the mind recognizes the places yet the body didnt react as would think. And finally when I was meeting up  with my childhood friends, it all started to make sense again.

When going through timelines, when I lived and where, I realized when standing on the train station of my old home town, where I lived most of my adulthood before moving abroad, that its been now over 7 years since doing so. 7 years I have been living elsewhere.

And then mentioning that outloud, it did hit to me.

Every 7 years, your body has renewed itself.

The cells that where already existing when I lived in Finland, all of them had already been replaced.

So no wonder, that my body did not felt the nostalgia same way that it may have done before, co-living it with my mind.

Yet at the same time, there is still cells left that have both memory of mind and core what comes to my life biggest losses, that I needed face again on that exact same trip. At the same time, my body kept following routine, partly on an autopilot, keeping up on with the habits that kept me going and functioning while my mind tried to handle all of the emotions, on both ends of the scale. So much joy but also so much sorrow on the same exact trip.

The new energy, life and body crashing in with the old. Literally.

I didn’t realize it until much later, after my return to home, just how much the whole trip had affected me, how much balancing my body actually did do with the mind while traveling around 1100km around west/east side of the Finland, being on the constant move. I even wondered a little how well I did manage to have a decent amount of sleep yet that how early I went to the bed most of the days. But this all explains itself the more I have later on gone through the whole trip. 

And how this this trip also highlighted the fact how important the good balance is in  life, mentally and physically – all together.

Saying even more strongly no to the things that didn’t serve my current energy levels or interests, and directing myself even more directly towards to the things that shoothed not only my body, soul and mind.

And after two weeks, finally one morning I woke up feeling refreshed, more like myself. The feeling of coming home, coming back to me. And continuing from there.

This little detour showed me where I still had wounds open, and how much I had already evolved. Like a little reset, the mind and body quickly adapted back to take things further – without extra cliches.

The thing is, balance supports daily recovery while recovery itself is a process, that takes time and patience, so understanding that I indeed needed to balance my way out to recover totally, helped get me get back to routines, return back to myself.

It also helped that I were aware of this all, that the trip took as much as it gave, and that now it was time to just to do the necessary and nothing more.

The less was more here, what comes to boosting up the way up to right track. Less doing but more of the things that brought joy