Cause sometimes we don’t really notice
Just how good it can get So maybe we should start all over Start all over again…
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You can go
You can start all over again
You can try to find a way to make another day go by
You can hide
Hold all your feelings inside
You can try to carry on when all you want to do is cry
FEEL no matter how painful it is, for numbing is the opposite of living. v @gassho#Pamir
Earlier this week, I found myself in a 5-story window, ready to jump (it’s a metaphor, just so we’re clear here).
I had decided to write about that and pressed publish. Again.
Most of the time, I talk about the anxiety and fear that comes up when I do that. How my self-doubting voices surround me and try to coax me out of a perceived risk I’m considering. It’s always risky to share more of who I am, what is actually taking place in my life right now. It feels silly. Shallow. Too self-focused. Uninteresting.
New Moon. Beginnings. Fresh starts. What a perfect day to write and begin again! After my gut-wrenching last post, I’ve just been taking time with myself and giving myself lots of room. That means whatever I feel, I feel. And trying not to judge any part of it; my feelings, the situation or reactions from others.
I‘m procrastinating. I really want to go play on Twitter. You see, my to-do list is quite undone and growing more unruly by the hour.
And I’m really frustrated with technology. I need a place to vent. And say “Grrrrrrrrrrr Technology! It’s sucks not to get it!!! Not to be able to figure it out. To feel stuck, stupid and stumped and just done with it. Ugh!”
Yes. Even for me. I wrestle it—determined—burning up precious brain cells in a relentless pursuit to find the fix. Figure it out.