We walk through our storybooks, creating as we go, but when it comes to the puddles that contain the drops of life-long weather, we automatically anticipate that the experiences of each new page will inevitably feel just as yesterday’s shows did.
But then there is a sense of safety in wielding that intimate strategy of our own homes against the unknown lurking along journeys that lead us to who knows where even though that particular kind of emotional availability doesn’t really fit with our hopes for the tomorrows.
Thoughts can be changed, but emotions are the connections to our stories that we would otherwise just be attached to like mud on the bottom of a shoe and our hearts have been conditioned to find the same feels regardless of what we think.
And so those repetitive feelings become the decision makers that supply commentary on every moment preventing the growth of what would give us somewhere to go with the piles of emotions that are always loud but not necessarily clear.
And without fail, those standing waters of our forever-after(s), trap us in the drought of what we have concluded and often that is the belief that what has been lived will continue to be even though nothing can ever actually be felt in an identical way again.
After all, doing it badly once was not the same in the next spot that we also hated just as what felt so good over there was never quite like what made us smile before, but our habit of critiquing muddies their individual differences.
So, we naturally lean in to weep with what we grieve as a trustworthy awareness of ourselves because sorrow has been a lasting experience in real time and assumed times, but it has also taken strength to carry the weight of heavy weather that has appeared to only want us to balance pain.
Empathy means to have sympathy for experiences and emotions which is what we are attempting to do when we fully engage with what’s in us, but we get in our own way when we think feelings are the kind of ground to remain in rather than simply being an informational system to learn from.
Instead of just living in the same old puddles, I am avoiding further weight gain by allowing what brings me down to speak while knowing that its commentary is just a part of my pain and not the manager that may contain me wherever I am in my story.
Have the best day POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell
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