I recently found a scrap of paper with a few sentences scrawled on it. I’d forgotten about this particular moment but as I read my words it all came flooding back.
I’d written down some thoughts about a conversation I had with someone over lunch. It was from around 4 years ago which reminded me how quickly things can change because I’m living a totally different life now.
But what really surprised me is how clearly, I could remember that moment.
This is one of the reasons I love to write, I’m able to make notes of things that are meaningful to me and look back on them years later. What’s even better is that I remember how I felt.
As great as photo’s are, they could have never captured this moment the way that words have.
When you’re somewhere between Monday and Friday and feeling what one can only describe as blah, what do you do?
You let it out of course!
I used to think the answer was find a pick me up and get back to feeling good as quick as possible. However often when you take that approach its as good as sprinkling glitter on a pile of s***.
Instead try resolving the blah and allow yourself to feel it enough that you can get past it without bypassing the brunt of it or the crux of the issue.
I’d like to be writing something more inspiring, uplifting or thought prompting. But instead here I am writing tales of things that greatly frustrate me, of situations that turned out not quite as I’d have planned. But that’s the things with words, sometimes its necessary to just let them pour out instead of trying to write in a particular kind of way.
And I guess this is my way of saying that I have a lot on my mind and even though I’m not writing all about it explicitly it’s been prevalent in many of the pieces I’ve written over the past few days.
As much as I want to get back to the good stuff, I don’t want to ignore what’s on my mind at the moment. I’m hoping that once I’m through with where I’m at right now there will be more to come that you’ll probably be much more interested in so bear with me, please.
I was listening to a podcast a couple days ago and they were talking about how sometimes we don’t open up to our friends when we’re going through things.
Maybe you’ve gotten some bad news recently or you’re just going through a difficult time but when a friend asks how you are you just say your fine. I’ve been that person many times because I do find it difficult to open up.
What is so interesting about it though is I would want my friends to be able to come to me if they had anything going on yet. It’s interesting that I wanted the people in my life to do the thing that I’ve often not allowed myself to do.
A lot of that is about not allowing myself to be vulnerable. So that often leads to this perception that maybe I’m always fine or never have anything going on in my life and I’d be frustrated at that perception yet it’s what I present.
I was taking a walk on my lunch break one afternoon when I saw someone I kind of hoped to never see again, or at least I thought I saw them.
To my surprise in that moment I felt a change in my body, a feeling of discomfort. As I kept walking, I began to think about how much things have the ability to move us.
How secure are we in ourselves that everyday moments don’t greatly impact us?
Are we walking around and carrying this mental practice of only feeling good when certain things are happening?
I think it’s good to really pay attention to how your body physically feels as you go through daily life. Often we end up holding onto little things and carrying them in our bodies which can eventually lead to physical ailments.
So, just pay attention and when stuff comes up find a way to shake it off and not allow it to impact your day.