I took to the sky like an eagle and flew above land and sea. I dove into the sea and went deep under water just to hang out with whales.
My favourite thing to do on a long run is to head for country roads or woods, and listen to stories; to lose myself in the scenery and in the words, crafting images in my head.
This year I’m adding a new tonic to the mix. My advent calendar won’t be alcohol, nor sugar, nor treats, I am going to give myself the gift of time.
Despite my late discovery of being autistic, I am learning to flick on the switch of possibility and reinvention, instead of obsessing over lost time.
I have sought this feeling so often in my life in both country and city; to still my mind I simply walk, walk on the earth, and connect with my surroundings.
For me, health and well-being means a certain level of contentedness and a certain lack of physical pains and mental stresses. I feel healthy when I feel in control of what I’m doing.
Having this self-knowledge gives me autonomy, having the support to put it into practice gives me health and happiness.