You wake up in the morning and what is the first thing you consistently do?
Go to the bathroom?
Think, "Damn, my breath is rank?"
I hear stories of how people cannot get out of their homes on time and they frequently have all sorts of things and people to blame... but in reality it's a broken system (and systems are fixable which means they are controllable... and this is good news.)
I am not going to pitch some perfect morning routine to you, because my perfection may be your hell. Your ideal morning may be completely wrong for me. I am a total advocate for treating each other as individuals and not templates.
A little kid is running on the concrete, eats shit, and scraps up his knees.
It's pretty bad and looks nasty. He's begging for a band aid. You know it's a cover up and in a few minutes the pain will catch up with him. He needs to have it cleaned out and treated, but all he sees is the scrapes and he's begging for that band aid.
Another child on the other side of the world is barfing his brains out, basically mom and kiddo are living at the toilet. He asks for a band aid. Mom KNOWS the cover up will help for a few minutes, but this problem cannot be solved (long term) with a band aid.
My heart is feeling much more hopeful today. The part that speaks out now is the part craving balance. She feels so much and SO deeply. She is grateful to feel She is happy to have the awareness.
But the extremes... they are so exhausting. She didn't do much work in life up until now. The WHOLE chose to suppress feelings. Being upset was not okay. Sadness was wrong. Anger? Good luck. Happiness was tolerated as long as it was portrayed "correctly".
I was driving down a country road the other day having plenty of time to think.
Turns out when traffic has been almost eliminated from life I'm able to think about all sorts of things.
Space that used to be filled with traffic dodging and route choosing can be used in miraculous ways...
(Or, if I'm being honest, much of that space is filled with ridiculous thoughts that make me laugh to myself.)
Back to the point...
I was driving and wondering, "What makes me good at eradicating overwhelm? Am I naturally better able to cope with that feeling of drowning in the junk? I don't think I am. Actually, I am the exact opposite of that."
Recently I made a big (especially for me) move to Dallas, Texas. And while that is definitely a story, it's for another time.
While unpacking and organizing our belongings, I came across an "All About Me" book that I made when I was 5 years old. It had an amazing picture that I drew of my family. I left the page about pets blank because we didn't have one. I wrote that my favorite color was pink even though I don't think my favorite color actually was pink but that I believed it was supposed to be pink 'cause, you know, society.
And then there were poignant feelings in this little autobiography summing up much of my life in their simple pages.
Towards the end of the book of ME I answered that what makes me smile was when my little brother was born. (Awwwwww!!) I didn't even know how epic my Boo Radley was going to be! I was an intuitive 5 year old.