Sometimes I get really stressed out, having to do too many things, becoming overwhelmed by obligations, tasks, things to do, people to see, work to get done, projects to begin, projects to finish, and and and….and BREATHE!
When I come back to my breath, I come back to myself.
As a mentor once said to me “People ask me what I do when I am overwhelmed. I tell them ‘I get overwhelmed.’
” Meaning, accept it, be in it, feel it, let it pass and breathe.
Move the Body
This one goes along with the one above.
When I move my body, whether it’s exercise at a gym, a class, yoga, or even a brisk walk, I am automatically breathing more.
I can feel my nervous system calming down, my thoughts become lighter, my body clearing out old energy.
My attention is focused on what I am doing, where I am going, and how my body feels, how my muscles are working and the space I’m creating in my body.
Phone a Friend
When sh!t gets real and I can’t seem to get outside myself, I call my support system: My mom, my sister, my friends.
I let whatever internal dialog that’s getting me down come out. I express and give form and shape to the thoughts in my head so that they can be looked at, examined, and turned over, by myself and all the wonderful people who reflect back at me.
I can externalize the crazy, let it loose into the world, break it down into pieces…
so that I can be whole again.
Cry, Scream, Laugh, Maybe Even Hit a Thing or Two
A THING, not a person or living creature!
I spend a lot of time in my head, so being able to get in touch with my emotions is really important for me.
I’m often one to brush things off, say they are ok or don’t matter, or only come to my feelings way after the fact. I try really hard to embrace my feelings, to encourage them to express themselves, to move through me so I can move on.
E-motions=energy in motion, so if I don’t let the energy move, it gets stuck.
So I say, hello, old friends. Come on in!
Let’s do the dance so that I can move on with my life and come back into realignment.
Losing My Sh!t
- Sometimes I need to lose my sh!t in order to keep my sh!t together.
- Sometimes I need to freak out, I need to cry, I need to be in a pissed off mood.
- Sometimes I need to eat a bunch of carbs and sugar, stay in bed with an old movie, not talk to anyone for a while, bawl and snivel and snot like a 5-year-old whose toys have been taken away.
- Sometimes by losing my sh!t, by saying something petty or rude, it brings me back to myself.
I can recognize “whoa whoa whoa, who was that?!?”
I’m not saying it’s the person I want to be, but the moments where I lose my shit really make me realize how far I’ve come, and how those moments are the exception, and not the rule.
I hope this article is helpful to you!