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Showing posts with label therapy. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

In Which I Say To Self, "That Sounds Hard"

I wrote an advice blogs for years and am JUST NOW realizing how annoying that is.

I had caffeine with a friend and alcohol with another friend. I had lots of revelations about how much I just can't know anyone else's struggle. Its impossible to walk in their shoes, as one said. Who cares what my opinions are on other people's lives. Statement, not question.

I've been wrong about a lot, and I've published most of it here to really rub the salt in. I've given up whatever "faith" used to be to me and pretty much take guidance from gut feelings and Yogi tea tags.

"By honoring your words, you are honored."
"If you don't love where you come from, you can't love where you're going."
"We are here to love each other, serve each other and uplift each other."
"Socialize with compassion, kindness and grace."


Love! Compassion! St. John's Wort steeped for 5 minutes!

On what I can advise (myself) is how to just be with your feelings. Let them out when they need to be out. Practice self care. Practice listening. Forgive people when they try to tell you to put your feelings away and just "embrace it" already. YogiTeaJesus knows I need some forgiveness for that, too.

In this advice about getting through mundane cocktail parties, we're asked to just level with people instead of trying to identify with them. "That sounds hard," is always the best response to hearing about someone's career. It helps them feel heard. Important. Sympathy.

Same goes for moving, divorce, unemployment, depression, loss, overwhelming wins, guilt, backhanded compliments and just "venting".

"That sounds hard."
"Yeah, it is."


Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Tipsy Tuesdays: Journaling

In my teens I made a bet with a friend to journal over the summer every day. We said that if one of us could not keep up with a journal entry a day for the entire summer vacation, the loser would buy the winner a candy bar.

I think we were both diligent kids and both kept our promise to journal.

I have no idea if that girl still journals today, but I know I've sure fallen off of the wagon.

Journaling helped me through quite a bit as a kid. I even wrote my persuasive comm speech on it in college. And for a while I thought that blogging like this was journaling.

Heck, no.

I can't say whatever I want to here, without consequences  So, for the next month I'm going to commit to spending time journaling once a day.

My journal for the next month. No peeking, roommates!

I may write about my day (middle school!), make some lists (boring), draw my feelings (weird, but ok) or just try and decompress or figure things out.

I'll still write here and it will be as compelling as ever (womp, womp), but I want to make sure I'm giving my brain time to breathe and my hand a chance to cramp up (handwriting is hard, yo!).

What do you do for you every day? What helps you unwind? Do you want to commit to doing with me over the next month (til May 15th if you need an end date)? Running daily? Calling someone special every day? Replacing TV with yoga and a Fresca*?

*Downward dog after the Fresca. Trust me. You do not want to be inverted after a can of that sweet, refreshing bubbly.