Thank you, thank you for daring to share this. This is real life, behind closed doors. The side we are all ashamed to show the general public.
People often admit that “not all days are great; I have days I struggle…” (I know I’ve said similar words - usually when I’ve just said something great about myself, but don’t want to come off as better than I think I actually am). You freakin’ showed up and shared the actual experience and your process - no excuses, no pushing through it to pump out an essay that fit an expectation in your imagination. I don’t know if I’d ever have considered that an option! Oh, but now I do.
Your realness permits others to be real. Well, it emboldens me, anyway.
You’ve told us multiple times and in various ways that it is ok to be who we are, where we are. Today you’ve shown us.
This resonates with me. The constant friction of behaviors vs redefining. Productivity- expecting the soul to perform on a 24 hr schedule. Ego- I need to be profound and insightful. Declutter- expecting applause, approval.
Space- the tension to fill and design rather than appreciate the empty and flow - relationship with the space. Sorry just quick thoughts.
This was a gem!
“Reclaiming the parts of you that went quiet while you were surviving.
You cannot build a new life on top of old identities.”
I am so very glad it connected with you. Honestly, I was REALLY unfcomfortable in the space without any particular feeling. This paraticular essay to three times as long to write than usual. So to read how it ressonated with you brings relief! :)
Not completely related to today’s post, but it is about listening in…
One of my morning rituals, besides tea/coffee, is that I play a card game. It is one I’ve played for several years now and it’s become integral to my day.
It used to mean I ruminated every single day over every single thing I ever regretted. Not healthy.
Then I got my cortisol levels balanced with the help of a patch, so the inner critic got shut down (mostly).
Today I had an a-ha moment and used the game instead of to potentially berate my Self with uninvited and unnecessary criticism, to actually invite the voice of my soul to speak and tell me what I needed to hear.
That voice is much kinder. It told me to stop an app membership, which was frustrating me and join a new health tracking app.
I’m going to Keith up, as I’m fairly certain there was much more to say
Thank you, thank you for daring to share this. This is real life, behind closed doors. The side we are all ashamed to show the general public.
People often admit that “not all days are great; I have days I struggle…” (I know I’ve said similar words - usually when I’ve just said something great about myself, but don’t want to come off as better than I think I actually am). You freakin’ showed up and shared the actual experience and your process - no excuses, no pushing through it to pump out an essay that fit an expectation in your imagination. I don’t know if I’d ever have considered that an option! Oh, but now I do.
Your realness permits others to be real. Well, it emboldens me, anyway.
You’ve told us multiple times and in various ways that it is ok to be who we are, where we are. Today you’ve shown us.
This resonates with me. The constant friction of behaviors vs redefining. Productivity- expecting the soul to perform on a 24 hr schedule. Ego- I need to be profound and insightful. Declutter- expecting applause, approval.
Space- the tension to fill and design rather than appreciate the empty and flow - relationship with the space. Sorry just quick thoughts.
This was a gem!
“Reclaiming the parts of you that went quiet while you were surviving.
You cannot build a new life on top of old identities.”
I am so very glad it connected with you. Honestly, I was REALLY unfcomfortable in the space without any particular feeling. This paraticular essay to three times as long to write than usual. So to read how it ressonated with you brings relief! :)
Not completely related to today’s post, but it is about listening in…
One of my morning rituals, besides tea/coffee, is that I play a card game. It is one I’ve played for several years now and it’s become integral to my day.
It used to mean I ruminated every single day over every single thing I ever regretted. Not healthy.
Then I got my cortisol levels balanced with the help of a patch, so the inner critic got shut down (mostly).
Today I had an a-ha moment and used the game instead of to potentially berate my Self with uninvited and unnecessary criticism, to actually invite the voice of my soul to speak and tell me what I needed to hear.
That voice is much kinder. It told me to stop an app membership, which was frustrating me and join a new health tracking app.
I’m going to Keith up, as I’m fairly certain there was much more to say
Small steps to the rewrite!