it's all relative
I went to work this morning, and for some reason, I don't remember the reason,
I was just not prepared to be social, I was way open and I kind of got knocked
around. It came to me and it comes to me that all of us have to deal with garbage
that happens to us each day. Rather than hold on and turn into a bunch of nerves
I'm trying to let it go and put that bothersome crap into a box that none of us glide
through the day unscathed. So, it's all relative. It's very frustrating and I am frustrated
but I know it doesn't just happen to me and I have to keep moving forward.
I'm trying.
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I feel 'cut off' and weary...before I had a severe moment with a coworker, I was already struggling...
Trying to understand stuff, trying to put pieces together but was unable to make sense of what of my mind
was working away at.
I figured at one point that it was the 'unknown boundary' that makes me, like a dog with a bone, gnarling
and gnashing at the ideas or worries. Ruminating seems to be something to hold on to internally, something my mind goes to, while working away -
I wondered about boundary - could that be the inspiration? - I thought about
how I felt comfortable with and respectful of the boundary between
my coworker and me - and then it's like my mind undermined me to cross that respectful boundary.
Weird how that happens. Almost always. Like an exploding box - once understood - the box explodes.
Writing here is helping me vent it out.
finding new/other ways to get through it...without my therapist since she is away...
it's nice to live in grace but it's also important to lead the way in your own direction of how you believe you should be living your lifevand what you want to or could be doing..
so seeing the relationships - and charting the course and developing a discipline and getting work done.
having experiences - and excited for the new - the unknown -and interested
Your post reminds me of "The God Box" allot of my fellow Alanon members use to help them let go of their repetitive worries. They write their worry on a slip of paper and hand them over to God by putting the slips into their God Box. When they empty their God Boxes however long later, they are frequently amused by what they find there. Most of the worries they find there were already forgotten.
Dunno why I felt compelled to tell you that story. . . Shrug-a-lug. . . Pass the libation.
No doubt about it. It's all relativity.
Thanks Arfie!!!!