Week Two. June 10-16.
Some weeks throw you for a loop.
Just as some days feel so unbelievably heavy you aren’t sure how you’re going to make it through.
And they can come out of nowhere. They can knock you to your knees and ask so much, more than you ever thought you’d be able to give.
Sometimes you know what tools you need to use in order to move through and sometimes the best you can do is hold on.
And sometimes, everything seems to fall into place and you’re worried you won't be able to hold onto this feeling.
Worried it won't last. That the breakdown is coming and there’s nothing you can do about it.
Making sense of things, feelings both good and bad and old and new, is daunting.
And as humans, we want to make sense of things.
We want to know where they came from and why they’re there.
There very well could be an explanation for everything.
And a very valid and real one at that, but sometimes, figuring out what that is, why you feel this way, and how you’re going to move through “best,” is more exhausting than simply letting it be what it is.
And I say this because I’m having a hard time sitting with certain and rather unpleasant emotions right now.
I want to suppress or dissect or distract, but all of that causes more anxiety.
Which won’t help the situation one bit.
So what if, for just this moment if anything, try to not figure this out.
Just let it be as is, and when the pressure lessens and the tight grip on my chest releases, I’ll look at it from a new perspective.
Or at least one that isn’t stemming from this place.
This very critical and judgmental place.
And I don’t expect to be able to circle back and have it all work out.
Just giving yourself permission to breathe.
To let go just enough to realize that yes, we do have control over quite a bit, but not everything…
And that’s ok.
It’s ok to fall apart.
And it’s ok to not know when you’re going to put yourself back together again.
(no matter how it looks).
All my love,