Aimee Bluemoon Letter for you🫶 When life makes you stop Whattupp buttercup…so this week has been one of those weeks where I keep trying to make sense of it and every time I try to explain it cleanly I realise it just isn’t a clean thing, like nothing about it has been clean or linear or organised in the way my mind usually wants things to be, it’s been this weird unfolding where I thought I was stuck, like actually stuck, like “I can’t move forward until this one thing changes” stuck, and I kept looping on that idea that I need my car back and I need things to be easier and I need things to be faster and I need things to be more normal, but then I’d stop and look at what I was actually doing in my days and it didn’t match the story I was telling myself at all, because I’m still building, still filming, still replying to thousands of messages, still moving boxes, still making decisions about the land and the build and the next steps and the money and the orders and everything that’s happening all at once, and it started to feel really strange because the internal narrative was “I’m stuck” but the external reality was “I’m actually doing more than I’ve ever done in my life”, and I think that disconnect is what started to really mess with my head a bit this week in a good way and a confronting way at the same time because I started noticing how often I label something as stuck when what’s actually happening is I’m just not moving in the way I used to move when I had a car and a city rhythm and constant stimulation and constant business that made me feel like movement equals progress. But out here it’s different, everything takes longer, everything is slower, even forgetting something turns into a whole walk back and forth and I get exhausted and frustrated and I still want to go for a drive and blast music and just feel that release of motion, and I do miss that, I really do, but at the same time I’ve also been sitting in this other layer underneath it all where I’ve realised I’ve saved so much money not driving everywhere, not going into town just because I can, not filling time with movement for the sake of movement, and that money has actually gone into things that are physically building my life here, like gutters and roofing and the actual structure of this space that I’m creating, and it’s weird because I didn’t plan that as a “strategy”, it just happened because I was forced into stillness in a way I didn’t choose, and I think that’s where the emotional tension of this week has been sitting, because I don’t love it. I still feel frustrated by it. I still feel that resistance rise up when I forget something and have to walk all the way back or when I think about how long it’s taking for car parts to arrive or how different it is here compared to city life where things get fixed in a day or two and everything moves quickly and you can just decide to go somewhere and be there in ten minutes.