I don’t feel I am a very sympathetic person.
I call it Life.
And the answer…?
To deal accordenly, appropriately.
That is likely thought of differently by different people in the same situation, but it still carries some fundelmentals.
We are going to get stressed and scared. We are going to have ‘noone to talk to’. We are going to feel that we have no space in our brain or our hearts; that we are a flopped mess with no direction. There will be times we will feel so down and upset with ourselves that the only way to walk through the grocery store is zombie style. But how we deal with all of those emotions, how we initially react and our long term feelings on the issues, are choices that we can control. That we can improve.
And when we are better at dealing with life, we are a better person.
And when we are a better person, we have a better life.
There’s been little time for stillity in the brain. I’ve been going and going for days now and I can feel myself trying to climb out, needing the air to breathe sense into my head.
Afterall, three weeks prior to this, I had that stillness every single day.
Somehow, in all of this whirring, I have gathered bits and pieces of moments, of people and most importatly, myself.
One of the things I have learned about myself this past week is how I have put much emphasis on writing since I knew what it felt like to do so.
I know it feels good to get it out this way but I wonder if other outlets have suffered.
It has not affected the ‘how’ I socialize, but the ‘what’. The ‘what’ I have talked about all these years.
It almost feels like an avoidance…that writing out serious matters justifies my lack of serious face to face matters. And in depth conversation makes for deeper relationships.
So have my relationships suffered as well?
Now that I am aware of this, I will attempt to talk about what I have written.
This post included.
Because this too, makes a difference.