Don’t hide from the storm. Revel in its power and beauty.
Here’s my Weekend Coffee Share. Take it or leave it. Digest it or leave it on the table. Yeah, I suppose I sound a little antisocial today. I’m having work and COVID fear- burnout this weekend and don’t feel up to doing much. I’m working on avoiding overwhelm/stress/anxiety. I’m reading about the brain and pain/anxiety. I was kind of achy when I woke this morning.
The 4 a.m. restroom wakeup had me tossing and turning to get back to sleep while an 80s Pixies song danced in my head. (My frequent wakeup song on the way to work). 🙂
Nonetheless, it is a coffee day…because there is always something to do. While I don’t have flu or any other illness, I will be doing. Right now the coffee has my brain juices going, working to get over the fatigue and body aches I feel. I’ve read a lot on this, and I’m a firm believer in tension-myositis. So, here is what I’ve learned from my recent readings in poetic form:
Don’t ignore the ugliest parts of yourself
Stare them down and challenge them
Know them, don’t deny them.
“Try it, I dare you.” Don’t back down, nothing can stop you
Headache, heartburn, pain, fear or fatigue…don’t let them rule
While you’re quaking in your boots, face the giant
You’ve faced it before, and it truly is not bigger than you.
You’re older now, facing many changes
They cannot control you, for you are not only a sum of difficult times
You are every good thing that has happened to you
You are every victorious moment of triumph in adversity
The sun shone vividly and bounced off of the rocks and the shallow water. I admired my next door neighbor, Rolan, so much. He was a little older, but I was a tomboy. I was like a younger brother.
Yeah, right.
That was the day I became a woman, and there was no hiding it from Rolan. He seemed disgusted.
“Now we gotta go home!”
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“You need to quit tryin’ to be something you’re not. You don’t belong out here with me. Go to the mall with the other girls.”
On the way back, the tears burned my dirt-streaked face. I hated that. I was acting like a girl. Maybe he was right. I didn’t belong there.
Needless to say, we were no longer friends. So I started going to the creek with Henry. I choose where I belong.
pamelascanepa 