Cool, So I'm Not Crazy
It's not just me; this week's mood took a nosedive for a lot of people.
The prior two weeks felt a lot more buoyant. Like we were maybe getting used to this! But this week I've noticed another upswell of grief, especially here in NYC.
This time, I knew to turn toward the feeling. I visualized and personified the part of me calling out for attention and listened. Here's what I found:
She looked like a slightly younger, less wise version of me. Maybe in her early 20s.
She was angry and tired, and sick of feeling like she was going to disappoint people.
She wanted to get into nature and have a break from the claustrophobic grief of NYC.
She was pretty much willing to sabotage any responsibility she was expected to take on--mega resistance to prepping for this Ignite Talk next week (come see me! It's my first ever public speaking gig like this)
She thrives when she can be socially energetic, and be in the light of the joy of friendships--something she'd been starved of for weeks now.
If I didn't allow her to numb the pain (another glass of wine, please!) she promised to throw an absolute fit.
Listening to her soothed her. I also know it's time to take a week in the woods somewhere. I will try my best to meet her needs.
Get some listening in today.