Listening to the Body – a quiet winter morning by the lake

Sometimes it’s only when I begin listening to my body that the day opens itself.
Today is one of those days.
A day with two wills, two voices inside me – and the freedom to choose what’s right for me in this moment.
I wrote this text as part of my day – now it gets to meet you.

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Some parts of this text I wrote yesterday – right after the cold dip that stirred both thoughts and feelings.
Today there will be no swim.
My body asks for stillness, and I let it have that.
But the text still wanted to become today’s companion.

Listening to the Body on a Winter Morning– When Two Parts of Me Want Different Things

Today my body is freezing and it doesn’t want to go.
I think: I should listen — what is it telling me?
Does it want the cold lake?
Maybe it does.

There are two parts of me.
One that wants to go.
And one that doesn’t.
Both are equally right.

The one who wants to go knows exactly how the body feels afterward, how the world opens, how everything inside me awakens.
The one who doesn’t want to go wants to keep the warmth that is here, in the sofa, with the coffee.
She wants it warm, soft, and gentle.

Sometimes the one who wants to go wins.
Sometimes the one who doesn’t go wins.
And neither is wrong, no matter what I choose.

I think… there is something important in these two.
They want different things, but the decision lands in me.
It’s not their struggle that decides — it’s the place inside where I listen.
And in the middle of it all I feel gratitude.
That I get to choose.
That I actually have the possibility to choose.
It’s not a given — it’s a freedom.

Listening to the Body When Two Parts Want Different Things

I thought it would be a day where the soft part of me won.
But suddenly I stood there anyway, down by the lake.
It’s often like that — the body knows something before the mind catches up.

The air was ice-cold.
The water dark.
The silence heavy.
And still — or maybe because of that — I walked in.

It was cold.
It was beautiful.
It was healing.

When I came up, my body became clear, new, clean.
As if everything inside me had been reset.
As if someone had opened me up and let the light in.

The feeling afterward can’t really be described — the words always feel too small.
It’s like a glass of champagne inside the body — the bubbles moving under the skin, up through the chest, out through the arms.
Little sparks.
As if the body is applauding me from the inside.

That’s when I know that anything can happen — and that I can face any storm.
That strength is always there.
The cold dip just reminds me.

Listening to the Body – When Choices Become Clear

Today I want simplicity.
I let the body feel good in its own way.
I do what I have the energy for, and let the rest rest.

When evening comes, I want to be able to say:
Thank you for a soft, gentle day. This was enough. I am enough.

It’s strange how big it really is — this ability to choose.
Not just whether I swim or not, but how I meet the day, the thoughts I let in, the ones I let go.

Because when I choose my thoughts, I also choose my feelings.
It’s not magic.
It’s me saying:
“This thought makes me heavy. I choose another.”
And then the world shifts — not much, but enough for me to feel the difference inside.

Choosing my inner world — that might be the greatest freedom of all.

Welcome, Weekend – Without Demands

And now, when the energy has settled in the right way, the weekend arrives like a breath.
Here, no one needs anything from me.
Here, I can just be me.
Here, my family can be exactly as we are — without demands, without performance.

The weekend is our soft place.
Our shared breath.
And I intend to receive it exactly like that.

Evening Ritual – Letting the Day Settle

Now the day gets to lay itself down.
I let go of what happened and what didn’t.
I thank what carried me.
I let what scraped sink away.
I breathe.
I land.
And I rest in myself.

Reflection – Listening to the Body

Life changes when I listen.
When I don’t push, don’t force, don’t rush.
When I let the body be the one who knows.

I’m grateful that I get to choose.
That I have choices.
That I can return to myself just by pausing.
It isn’t small.
It’s big.

AHA – Between the Lines

When I am with myself, I never have to fight myself.

Questions for You, the Reader

– How do you listen to your body when two inner voices pull in different directions?
– Do you have a place or ritual that helps you land?
– When do you feel that bubbling sensation inside — the one that tells you everything is possible?

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Closing Words

Yesterday has already laid itself to rest in history.
Tomorrow waits somewhere further ahead.
But right now — this is where life happens.

And I am me,
and that is enough.

/Carina Ikonen Nilsson, malix.se