Lately I've been feeling a bit overwhelmed by things going on in my life and things (big, HUGE things) going on in my bestie's life. I keep telling myself to pull up my big-girl panties because people have much more serious things going on in their lives (wildfires, hurricanes, senseless shootings) that make what we're going through small by comparison.
It brings back a lot of my childhood and early adulthood, when I was told not to show my emotions about anything and sometimes even told that my emotions were wrong. I've since learned that what I feel is never, ever wrong, but I still can't help but expect myself to "just get over them", in essence, ignore them and/or pretend they don't exist.
This week I had the same problem with my car that I'd had a couple of weeks ago, and it threw me for a loop because I thought I'd fixed the problem (it seemed obvious to me how to fix it) and what I had tried had done nothing to alleviate the problem. For the very first time in my life (at least as I recall), I played ostrich and buried my head in the sand to avoid dealing with the problem for over 48 hours. I just had a sense that dealing with it immediately would be the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back. I actually did a good job imitating an ostrich but then also felt guilt slip in because I went for over 2 days ignoring it instead of just dealing with it.
So anyhow, I came across this recently and it hit me right where I needed to be hit. What a blessing to have this reach me just when I needed it.
I keep re-reading it, attempting to let it soak me with its wisdom all the way to my heart and soul. In case one of my readers is also facing a mountain that seems too big right now, I wanted to share it.
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