Ep.2 Re-introduction | One Simple Mission

Now that I’ve found myself at the beginning of this journey, I can’t help but feel like there are a million places I want to start from. But the truth is that it’s hard, to sum up the waves of life in a few words — the pages could go on forever. And every day there’s more to add. I could write an infinite number of novels and one day I might start, but there would never be enough time or space to hold it all right here. 

To put it simply — so much has changed. So much has changed since I’ve been on the sidelines of life. I’ve watched the world shift around me as much as I’ve seen it shift within me. Nothing ever stays the same, whether we want it to or not. And it’s a fine art trying to translate those ever-changing shifts into words that encompass their entirety. But in my attempt to do just that, I think it requires a quick re-introduction. 

So hi again, or hello for the first time. 

I’m Meg.

I’m currently readjusting to life after a few years of rough and rocky turbulence. So far, that has consisted of slow moments, long beach walks, morning stretches, many cups of coffee, writing an endless dialogue of the conversations I have with myself daily, aimlessly wandering, restless nights, shifting anxious energy, and a lot of swimming in the sea. But it has also consisted of energy work, breath work, cold water exposure, mind stillness, and a lot of time exploring the brain. Slowly, I am coming back to myself. 

A few years ago, I was having the adventure of my life. I had moved overseas, spent my days working and travelling the world, and found myself in the throws of new friendships, relationships, and new experiences I could never have imagined exploring. And one day it was all taken away. One minute I was on a train ride back from Paris, and a few days later, I was in a hospital bed preparing for surgeries that would begin a journey through the darkest depths of my life. I never had time to grieve the things I had lost, and I never had time to adjust to the contrast of a life that was so quickly moving to one that became frozen in time. And eventually, it all caught up to me. The ground beneath my feet gave way and I no longer had any sense of who I was or what my life would become. It took me a long time to find my way back from this place, to catch up with the loss. But I made it here, and I am finally on the path of my ascent.  

While readjusting and taking the steps to find the things that make me happy again, I stumbled upon a lot of lessons along the way. Navigating the turmoil of adjusting to a new life led me to close the door on a lot of things in my life. A big part of that was deciding to tear back the layers of this space and bring it back to its roots. My choice to step back was a difficult decision, but one I needed to do to survive. I became deeply attached to the space I had created here, and it will always be a big part of my story. But, I had to make a choice to save my health and put my healing first. I don’t know if I will ever bring it back to the place it was before a lot has shifted within me, and around me. To move forward in life you have to release the past to make room for new parts of you to shine through. And the idea of holding on to the vision of what this space once was would be holding on to the vision of who I once was, too. While the vision at the core remains the same, the scope and identity of what this space is, and who I am, is endlessly evolving. And I hope that I can carry that forward as I start this new journey.

The last few years have been a taxing journey navigating illness and reconstructing the parts of my identity that were so tightly fused with my projected reality. Now, I’m rebuilding from a clearer, healthier place. This is where I see this space coming to life again, where I feel the impact of writing as a more consistent and healing practice again. But I’m choosing to be more intentional with the place that I create from. No longer will I write beneath a wall of expectation, to seek validation or to feel seen, but because I feel genuinely inspired to take action and to contribute to a greater purpose. Writing from presence and not from the unconscious parts of me that are hiding behind pain. 

For now, this space is a place for me to slowly find my feet again, starting with a blank canvas. Sometimes life calls out for us to pursue a complete reinvention, and as scary as that might be, that is exactly what I’m doing. I’m currently on a journey of changing my entire life. I’m starting from scratch. I hope you’ll bear with me while I navigate this new voyage and bring back to life the spirit of what Rise and Seek was built on. A sanctuary for inspiration through storytelling, of healing and navigating the art of finding yourself in the midst of all the turbulence. Something I’ve found myself desperately needing over these past few years. And while I’m tearing back the layers, I’m building a whole new foundation beneath. A foundation for expanding our capacity for well-being through the tools and exercises we have within. 

Behind the scenes of the past few years I have developed a tool-kit of resources and knowledge to expand every area of my life. I’ve spent my time exploring the mind-body connection and creating reliable methods to uncover the potential that lies within my mind. The innate potential that lies within each of our minds. I want to provide a space to amplify that knowledge. A space to simplify the complexities of health and mindset expansion to provide an accessible path for anyone to transform their life. And my biggest passion is to do this through creativity, through words, storytelling, and visual exploration. But above all, through my own story. I believe that everyone has a story worth telling — things to offer this world that no one else can. 

I’m here to spread that message. Whether that is through my own story, sharing mind-body tools to help you connect with your health and expand your mind, or sharing simple words and wisdom to light a spark that’s already burning within.

One simple mission: healing, growing, and expanding through storytelling. 

This is the path back to healing.

It isn’t something that can’t be described. Healing is a feeling so deep, you don’t often know it’s there. But it’s in the moments you spend running through darkness, trying to catch up with the light. It’s in the nights you spend picking up the petals of the flowers you plucked from your stem. It’s in the first second of the morning when you’d rather be sleeping, and in the beating of your heart when you don’t know what’s coming. It’s in all of the moments you overcome. It’s the disruption that wakes you from a state of unconsciousness that allows you to release the identities you have become so attached to. It is here, where you begin consciously piecing together the parts of who you were always meant to be. It isn’t a chapter in your story, but a journey that changes how you write your entire life. 

And that is where I find myself. Writing a whole new story, throwing out the pages that no longer serve me. And I hope you’ll start to see, that you too, can heal. That you too, can change the way you write the entire book. 

So, while we’re at the beginning of a journey that could take us anywhere, I hope you feel excited. I hope you feel hope. I hope you realise that there is a whole world out there, just waiting for you. And while you travel it, I hope my words can carry you through the difficult parts and down the challenging roads. You will always have a place to land here, a mission to be a part of, and a story worth telling. 

To this journey, and the next,

m.a

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