I’m reblogging this post for a client of mine. Sometimes we just have to be a little bit nice to ourselves and make some room for our own feelings, in order to find the peace to respond the way(s) we want to respond. Here’s to being brave enough to do that.
Wouldn’t it be nice if we could all just carry our more difficult feelings around in a little resealable pouch in our pockets? Or stow them away in a hermetically sealed plastic box under the bed? Then when we have ample time, focus, and emotional stamina, we could pull out the contents of our feelings storage units (or FSU’s as they would undoubtedly be called) and sort through them, maintaining, culling, and processing the most pertinent ones at our leisure. (Insert Beach Boys tune…) Oh, wouldn’t it be nice?
As it is, we carry those achy feelings, festering like open wounds just under our sleeves. We get mired in the La Brea Tar Pits of our current emotions, and every move seems to make us more stuck. Or at the very least, our emotional state must be said to color (or taint, as the case may be) our experience of…
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