Functional State of Overwhelm
You Can't Unsee Truth
I need to come up with a better opening than "hola mi digital gente" because it sounds so much like the person I used to be and it doesn't reflect where my mind is at right now.
Maybe something like "yo, you ready to burn some shit down today?"
I'm tired and I know I'm not the only one. We're all making lemonade out of fuzzy lemons, trying to justify why not to throw it out even when it's toxic to the core.
I'm sitting at the train station in Secaucus because I took the train on track 10 instead of 9 and when the conductor looked at my pass and asked where I was going, I knew something was wrong.
I wonder how many of us live in a functional state of overwhelm. Where we recreate the "this is fine" meme but with work, family, and friends.
I am trying to exercise self-care boundaries and resentment makes it easier to integrate. One of the things I am tired of doing is complaining about people who don't pull their weight so I'm choosing to stay in my lane.
We talk about "when you know better, do better" but what happens when we know better and stay in that loop of self-sacrifice?
What do you do with the information you gain about how to better thrive?
Do you hoard the awakening and keep it locked inside a jar within your heart or do you break the emergency glass and let it cause havoc with those who are invested in you compromising your well-being?
I love working with the students and part of me feels like it's because I am learning to heal the delinquent in me that needed to feel seen when she was emo as fuck and having suicidal ideations throughout my teens.
Have you ever stopped to wonder how much of your work is cathartic for the version of you that needed who you are now?
In what ways are you embodying the YOU that your future self will be grateful for?
Earlier this week, I was rooting for the Mets. Today I'm rooting for the Yankees. There's plenty of space in my heart to champion everyone. We don't need to refrain from outward expressions of support because of scarcity.
Who said we can't cheer for both teams?
Who said we have to choose a winner?
Why can't we all celebrate wins?
The full moon gave me a boost in audacity. Being moderately healed allowed me to curb the impulse to tell a lot of people where they can go. Having no fucks to give is not a free pass to being an asshole. It does, however, give you permission to compartmentalize how you share your energy with others.
Sometimes falling back is code for leaping forward.