Right on time once again! For several days, I have been feeling unsettled and unsure. Yesterday I woke up with my mind saying just go along to get along and it made me angry. My sinuses were screaming, and my head was throbbing. My body said REST. I sat down in the recliner, did some breathing, thought through the coherence guide,and took a nap. When I woke up, I felt lighter, clearer. I sent a text message, left the voicemail, and went on with my day. Soon I got a call back and the puzzle pieces started to fit together. It works y’all!
Your body said REST and you actually listened. That's not small—that's everything.
Most women would have pushed through, taken the Advil, made the calls anyway, and wondered why nothing felt right.
You stopped. You breathed. You napped.
And then? The puzzle pieces started fitting.
That's not coincidence. That's coherence in action.
And "just go along to get along"—girl, your soul was DONE with that before you even finished the thought. The anger was the signal. The sinus headache was the exclamation point.
Your body is not subtle when it's had enough. 😏
Thank you for sharing this. THIS is why I write every day. THIS is the proof.
“Emotional justice” is the phrase. Because righteous anger is not a nervous breakdown, it’s the moment your soul stops negotiating with what is unacceptable.
Rage on when it’s true. Then use that fire to get clear, get clean, and come back into coherence.
Here's my takeaway from what you're saying: When you've process what works for you, keep on doing it unless and until something arises in you on its own that tells you otherwise. (I'm trying to remind *myself* of this, not you, dear reader.) Our habits, when they work, can hold us together, so with mess with them at our peril.
Right on time once again! For several days, I have been feeling unsettled and unsure. Yesterday I woke up with my mind saying just go along to get along and it made me angry. My sinuses were screaming, and my head was throbbing. My body said REST. I sat down in the recliner, did some breathing, thought through the coherence guide,and took a nap. When I woke up, I felt lighter, clearer. I sent a text message, left the voicemail, and went on with my day. Soon I got a call back and the puzzle pieces started to fit together. It works y’all!
Susan, this is EXACTLY it.
Your body said REST and you actually listened. That's not small—that's everything.
Most women would have pushed through, taken the Advil, made the calls anyway, and wondered why nothing felt right.
You stopped. You breathed. You napped.
And then? The puzzle pieces started fitting.
That's not coincidence. That's coherence in action.
And "just go along to get along"—girl, your soul was DONE with that before you even finished the thought. The anger was the signal. The sinus headache was the exclamation point.
Your body is not subtle when it's had enough. 😏
Thank you for sharing this. THIS is why I write every day. THIS is the proof.
This reminds me of a Rage Against the Machine song… they whisper “Anger is a gift” right before a heavy guitar breakdown.
AMEN SISTER!😘❤️🔥
As a healing arts therapist I strongly advocate to Rage On as needed or deserved. 🌬️ There is emotional justice in raging on. 🌬️
Yes. Exactly. Thank you for naming it that way.
“Emotional justice” is the phrase. Because righteous anger is not a nervous breakdown, it’s the moment your soul stops negotiating with what is unacceptable.
Rage on when it’s true. Then use that fire to get clear, get clean, and come back into coherence.
>I gave in to “others’” thoughts about how I should live my day. Oh, Monica, thank you!
We are all vulnerable to the “ others”. but once we KNOW that we can then make choices from our own personal power that will serves us better
Here's my takeaway from what you're saying: When you've process what works for you, keep on doing it unless and until something arises in you on its own that tells you otherwise. (I'm trying to remind *myself* of this, not you, dear reader.) Our habits, when they work, can hold us together, so with mess with them at our peril.