When faced with a day such as this, you must decide, do I raise my energy level by watching videos of kittens playing in a dandelion patch, or do I vacation in the doldrums? Both options are valid.
Both are valid. As an optimist (natural, I don't work on it) I get few opportunities anymore to have a good old fashioned depressed day. A day of weeping and being wrapped in blankets and tuning out the World as you pick up the pieces of your own Soul.
Sometimes I don't want to be rational and look on the bright side, or know that this too shall pass, silver linings, blah blah blah....I know it's going be okay, but I still want to cry about it. Crying releases so many things! It is purifying! Let the poison go! I catch myself crying for real and I suck it back in. I 'll openly weep at TV commercials, but scratch my own soul and I'll never let you see.
Perhaps this is why I have emotional blocks to my ultimate success that my subconscious refused to clear. MINE. It is my secret pain, so secret I won't even let myself see it.
Today, I intend to walk to the park and record a lovely hypno session for myself on releasing old pain. I'll post it here if it is not too personal, then you can use it too. Until then, I will suck my feelings in deep and wait for the house to empty so I can openly cry about it. Whatever it is.
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