I don’t want to write tonight. Mehhhh. But, as I promised myself two days ago, my intention is to write daily for the rest of the month. And it takes 21 days to make something a habit, if I remember correctly. 19 days to go!
So, no big deal, but I got to see Brene Brown speak today. I took 7–10 pages of handwritten notes which I have yet to read. She’s just as great as those of you who are familiar with her already think she is. Listening to her speak, I discovered that my therapist is a brilliant man who gets it way more than most people. He’s been telling me most of the stuff I heard today — he’s been talking to me about it for years.
You need to come at life with nonjudgmental curiosity. Act from integrity, rather than from fear. Being uncomfortable is better than forfeiting your boundaries. Grief is hard, but necessary. When we say yes to one thing, we’re saying no to something else. Write your shit down. Be the adult you hope for your child to grow up to be. Rediscover your creativity. Strive to belong, rather than to fit in. Learn to sit in your own darkness.
It’s all so easy to hear, but it’s hard to put into practice. Trust me, I’ve been working on it for years.
I’m finding myself “resting my eyes” as I type this. That’s code for falling asleep — it was the excuse my dad gave to us every time we caught him asleep on the couch. So, yes, it’s time for me to pass out. I’ll probably come back to this tomorrow and add some pictures and clean it up a bit, but for now I’m going to leave it on the page and be proud I wrote something. I did that. Go me.