So lately, the universe seems to be throwing mindfulness in my face from all directions. And I am doing my best to catch it, but sometimes I instead get hit in the face.
I've been watching the free online mindfulness summit this month and it's fantastic. In one of the talks, though- okay, in a lot of them - the speaker said, But you can't be mindful of a thought and be trying to get rid of it. That won't work.
Dammit. Why not?
I know this. What we resist persists. The point is to see and acknowledge the thoughts, but see them as separate. Watch them travel by. Wave at them.
And beat them with a bloody stick and then stomp my foot when they haven't gone away yet.
Wait. No. That's not right.
I want to take better care of myself. I've been in shut down mode lately. My skin is breaking out in a rash. My shoulders constantly ache. My mind is constantly running and jumping and screaming in my face. I''m snapping at my kids. I'm not getting my work done. I'm a disappointment.
So. I need to take better care of myself.
So I get out that stick again and start beating myself until I feel better.
I love to write. I love to learn. I love to meditate. I love to run. I love to do yoga. I love to read. I love to sleep.
But for goodness sakes, if I try to do it all in one day I'm just going to melt down more.
So here's my message for all my sisters out there who are beating themselves with the same stick.
It's enough. Take a breath. It's enough. You're enough. You are loved. Thanks for sitting with me and taking that breath.