Each month my turn to write my blog post rolls around, and each month I often feel stumped for what I am going to write about. This drives me crazy!! As someone whose head is otherwise constantly spinning with thoughts and ideas and inspiration of various sorts, I am perplexed and annoyed when all of a sudden, I feel as though I am staring inside my own mind at a blank wall.
What I have learned, after years of practice, is not to get too caught up in the annoyance. Not to resist the irritation, and yet not to let myself get riled up by it either. In fact, what I have learned to do is to lean into it all and then to simply breathe, get curious, and see what arises.
So, you see, in this exact moment as I write this, I have a choice. I can choose to: get frustrated about not knowing what to write about; worried that I am not going to make my deadline to get this to my colleague for posting; scared that inspiration will never strike me again; self-defeatist and start beating myself up that I have nothing to say and am a horrible communicator and I am best just to resign myself from the blog post rotation (can you relate to any of these wild thoughts??); or, I can lean in to the symphony of thoughts and feelings.
I can simply stop. Breathe. Notice the frustration, fear, panic, angst. But rather than resist it, I can metaphorically wrap my arms around it. Acknowledge, love and accept it, and thus myself, for feeling what I feel. Feel how tired it makes me feel. How underneath the edge of anxiety I can feel some sadness, some tears springing to the surface. I can feel a bit of vulnerability coming forth, honoring the small still voices of worry and fear, and if I can breathe and lean a little further in, I can start to relax.
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What I have learned, after years of practice, is not to get too caught up in the annoyance. Not to resist the irritation, and yet not to let myself get riled up by it either. In fact, what I have learned to do is to lean into it all and then to simply breathe, get curious, and see what arises.
So, you see, in this exact moment as I write this, I have a choice. I can choose to: get frustrated about not knowing what to write about; worried that I am not going to make my deadline to get this to my colleague for posting; scared that inspiration will never strike me again; self-defeatist and start beating myself up that I have nothing to say and am a horrible communicator and I am best just to resign myself from the blog post rotation (can you relate to any of these wild thoughts??); or, I can lean in to the symphony of thoughts and feelings.
I can simply stop. Breathe. Notice the frustration, fear, panic, angst. But rather than resist it, I can metaphorically wrap my arms around it. Acknowledge, love and accept it, and thus myself, for feeling what I feel. Feel how tired it makes me feel. How underneath the edge of anxiety I can feel some sadness, some tears springing to the surface. I can feel a bit of vulnerability coming forth, honoring the small still voices of worry and fear, and if I can breathe and lean a little further in, I can start to relax.
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