If I ask this inner critic, “What are you trying to say,” and really listen, I hear its fear, its desire to protect me from failure and rejection, and I can say to the voice, “Thank you for trying to protect me, but I’ve got this.” What is the “inner critic” part of the brain, if not a string of judgmental words?
Latent Lollygagger: Putting Myself Together
What if she’s the one who can see the authentic me, and I cannot? What if I can be vulnerable and open and real and all those things and still be seen as having my shit together? Like those aren’t diametrically opposed views? That being vulnerable doesn’t have to equal “hot mess.” That perhaps it’s _my_ definition of “put together” that needs to change, not hers.
Latent Lollygagger: Singing in the Rain
My brain can be trained to notice the feelings as something apart from me, clouds floating through the sky, sometimes maybe bringing rain or a storm. As in real life, we can grumble at the rain, take shelter from the storm, but inherently understand it’s part of our life here on Earth, that the rain is needed for life. We don’t analyze what we could have done to stop the rain from happening.
Latent Lollygagger: Carry That Weight
Yesterday, I had the realization that I’ve been carrying around something since a very young age, and I’m only now feeling the true weight of it, and how much it slows me down.
Latent Lollygagger: Take it Easy
“Maybe I have an expectation that if only I do things right, then things will be easier… and the converse therefore is true, if things are hard then I’m not doing something right.”
Latent Lollygagger: One-thousand-one
One second isn't a lot of time. But it's long enough to forget and let the feeling go, instead of holding onto it.
Latent Lollygagger: To should or not to should
Some words give us confidence and courage. The word “should” is not one of them.
Latent Lollygagger: I Suppose
Who or what gets to define “suppose to” in our lives?
Tuesday Morning Coffee: Home Sick
What to do when that list of "shoulds" interferes with a sick day.
Tuesday Morning Coffee: What I Want
On realizing that I’m tired of looking backward, that it’s time to turn forward and cross the bridge in front of me.