Being still is hard. When you think about it, it should be easy. After all, it involves doing nothing. Over the last few months, I have tried desperately to be still. To take the time to breathe, to reflect, to just be. Truth be told, it has been one of the hardest things I’ve had to do in recent times. The uncertainty that comes with freedom is daunting to say the least. After years of movement and structure, as a student, an athlete, a working professional, there was suddenly nothing. Stillness is strange – it means the absence of movement. But my mind has not stopped racing since December. I have felt restless and frustrated and unsure of where to channel my energies. So many possibilities, so many ideas, but little (read: no) motivation. No deadlines to meet or plans to make, meant I didn’t have to dig into an empty reservoir of enthusiasm either. There was no need to plod on. I could just be. Until a couple of months ago, my days have always been very structured – things that need...