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.
Tag: anxiety
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: In Plain Sight
It’s so hard to see these signs when they’re close up, happening to me. But, there they are, in my recent blog posts, in my journal, churning quite literally in my gut.
Latent Lollygagger: Harder than it looks
That space between being prepared and doing the thing is where I create a lot of my own anxiety. Where I make it hard. Where I fall for my reptilian brain interpreting fear as something to avoid at all costs instead of jumping into.
Latent Lollygagger: Setting the Bar
If the bars I set for myself turn into expectations, then no wonder I can’t celebrate clearing them. And even if I set the bar really high for myself (which I know I do), then anything less becomes a failure. It means I define failure as anything less than the absolute best. It means I define success as doing what is expected of me. There is no room for celebration in that equation.
Latent Lollygagger: Almost
But anyway, here I am, writing these words.
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: Runaway Train
Above all, I was sad for the woman who finds it hard to have compassion for herself and truly believe that she doesn’t need to be fixed.
Latent Lollygagger: There’s a Monkey in my Boat
Taking the oars back from my chattering monkey brain, and directing where I want to go.
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.