Who out there is experiencing a high level of stress these days? Show of hands? Yeah, I thought so.
Well, you’re not alone. I had three—count ‘um—three Level-Five (Level Five being, there aren’t enough mantras, pharmaceuticals or fucks-to-give that can remedy this shitstorm)—stressful situations to handle before noon today.
That was AFTER I talked my husband down off the ledge.
So I feel you. I know what you’re going through, and I have one piece of advice. (Which I had to remind myself of every ten minutes).
Me: Mother of god, my mind is racing and it’s driving me nuts!
Better Part of Me: Stop and listen to it. That dialogue, diatribe, or sorry-ass monologue that the devil wrote and is repeating on an endless loop in your head right now? Ask yourself this:
Is it helping you—or hurting you?
Me: Shit. Thanks. I almost forgot.
Better Part of Me: Is it calling you names and telling you how much you fucked up?
Is it kicking you while you’re down?
Is it making shit up? Terrible; awful; life-or-death shit?
Is it making this problem seem like it’s the worst thing that’s happened in the history of the world; or since Donald Trump decided to run for President?
Then it’s NOT helping you and you need to tell it to “SHUT THE HELL UP!”
That voice is the voice of your childish, fear-filled mind. And it has NO IDEA what it’s talking about!
Would you take advice from a scared child? Yeah, I didn’t think so.
Take a walk.
Take a nap.
Take a drive.
Play some music.
Pet your cat.
Read a book.
Meditate.
Do anything you can to change the station. You will never find the solution inside the energy of the problem.
After a while the little brat will get tired; and then I’ll take out my earplugs and finally be able to get a word in edgewise.
That’s when the good ideas will come.
That’s when you find the missing piece to the puzzle.
That’s when you’ll be able to take a deep breath (I know this, and I still walked around blue, holding my breath for an hour).
That’s when you see the light.
That’s when you find forgiveness.
That is when you realize that you’re on a tiny blue planet, spinning in an insignificant part of the galaxy—and none of this shit really matters anyway.
Me: Whew! What a relief!
Carry on,
xox
