Damnit this week has been hard. Yes, I know it’s only Wednesday—I said what I said. This. Week. Has. Been. Hard.
I feel exhausted and depleted on every level. Everything is messy and in various states of disarray. I don’t have any answers, just an endless string of questions and an aching in my bones.
I’m taking things a little slower than usual, because I know that rest is almost always the answer. I’m an active participant in my own human experience, and sometimes inaction is the best action I can take.
I’m blowing off deadlines and canceling plans. I even skipped a training session today, which isn’t something I do often. I refuse to feel obligated to do anything that isn’t in pursuit of my center. Everything can wait. Nothing is urgent.
I’m opting not to numb and distract—the only way out is through, and I’m committed to feeling every sticky icky thing. It’s gross. I hate it. And I’m doing it anyway.
I’m trying not to make anything a bigger deal than it needs to be. I’m a Leo Sun with a Cancer Moon, an empath and a Highly Sensitive Person—drama is my speciality. And because I’m such an extra ass bitch, I often need to remember that it doesn’t have to be that serious. Sometimes a sore throat is just a sore throat. An ache is just and ache. A fight is just a fight. Not everything has to have a deeper meaning.
Above all, I’m reminding myself that nothing is permanent; time devours everything, including our pain. Every ache has an end. Every bone turns to ash. Nothing is immune to the ravages of time.
Everything is going to be okay. Or it won’t. Doesn’t matter. What DOES matter is that we keep on breathing for as long as we can.