Shift Happens - Out of the Fire

It turns out I didn’t need to sell my house, quit my work, move to Algarve and go on a year-long or even week-long silent retreat.  What worked to get me out of my most recent funk was a dollop of direct service and a live outdoor gather with a few vaxxed girlfriends — the first since this began. 

And just like that, the seriousness of it all went a little bit poof and I remembered:  I’m okay, I have enough, I do enough, I am enough.  I’m not in the fire, I’m not the scared little girl I once was.  I’m my own grown up and I get to make choices that work for me and my priorities today.  And I get to notice when I’m in a shitty fucking gear in my head and take action to shift out of it.  

I get to ask for help, and keep asking, until I find the help that works, knowing I’ll find it as long as I do the looking and am willing to notice it when it comes.   There are clues all around.  

It’s not that dire after all, even though sometimes it still feels that way.  Oats, exercise, quiet time, service, friends, rest, sleep.  Hugs to you and yours.  I’m gonna keep going.