The goal was to write daily. Well, that is proving to be challenging. Some days it's just not possible. After a draft that went no where I am committed to getting something out. It's about the process, right? Right. Keep writing Faith, keep writing.
A few of the many thoughts running through this mushy brain of mine are around this idea that we as human beings are doing the best we can and we just need to be gentle with ourselves and others. Simple concept really and yet it seems challenging to put into practice. This idea that we can do better or be better or nothing we do is good enough is pervasive.
It's interesting to watch the thoughts as they come in and try to tell me to do something different than I am. That is especially true when I am laying in bed wishing for the aliens in my head to calm down so I can do something basic like straighten the house. Who cares if the house is messy when I am really sick? No one. Eventually the pain decreases to a dull roar and I can vacuum the piles of animal hair up. What is served by beating myself up for not being able to do something that I just have no energy to do? Nothing.
I think I am finally learning this. It's about darn time really. It's interesting to watch the change in my whole family. We all seem to push ourselves less and seem to be more accepting of what is. Sometimes we have to push because there is no other option, but often there is. Let the weeds grow if there are spiders or bees to be photographed. (This is my husband's latest hubby). It brings me joy to watch him doing what feeds him.
Doing what feeds us, what nurtures us, is quite the life changing shift really. That doesn't mean that one let's go of what needs to be done. It means creating space to be joyful, to have fun, or to let the body rest if it needs to. It means being in the flow with what is and making the best of it.
Chronic illness is a drag. But the gifts of acceptance of what is, going with the flow, and being gentle are just priceless.
A few of the many thoughts running through this mushy brain of mine are around this idea that we as human beings are doing the best we can and we just need to be gentle with ourselves and others. Simple concept really and yet it seems challenging to put into practice. This idea that we can do better or be better or nothing we do is good enough is pervasive.
It's interesting to watch the thoughts as they come in and try to tell me to do something different than I am. That is especially true when I am laying in bed wishing for the aliens in my head to calm down so I can do something basic like straighten the house. Who cares if the house is messy when I am really sick? No one. Eventually the pain decreases to a dull roar and I can vacuum the piles of animal hair up. What is served by beating myself up for not being able to do something that I just have no energy to do? Nothing.
I think I am finally learning this. It's about darn time really. It's interesting to watch the change in my whole family. We all seem to push ourselves less and seem to be more accepting of what is. Sometimes we have to push because there is no other option, but often there is. Let the weeds grow if there are spiders or bees to be photographed. (This is my husband's latest hubby). It brings me joy to watch him doing what feeds him.
Doing what feeds us, what nurtures us, is quite the life changing shift really. That doesn't mean that one let's go of what needs to be done. It means creating space to be joyful, to have fun, or to let the body rest if it needs to. It means being in the flow with what is and making the best of it.
Chronic illness is a drag. But the gifts of acceptance of what is, going with the flow, and being gentle are just priceless.
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