My little bubble

I’m struggling.

For example: at work today, things just kept getting pulled apart further and further. Everything I touched turned to crap. I felt like I could not do anything right, and it pissed me off. I also felt like I was being walked on today. That REALLY pissed me off.

I finally figuratively threw my hands in the air and went outside to sit in the sun for a few minutes. Sadly, it was in the back by the dumpster. More sadly, I was relieved to be there rather than at my desk.

As I soaked up the rays, though, the thought occurred to me that I really wasn’t all that perturbed after all.

Huh?

But I was. (Wasn’t I?)

Then the picture solidified more, and it was as though I’d been working on a puzzle and the last piece was put into place today. The puzzle picture was of me sitting in a tiny row boat, in the middle of a raging storm, with a clear bubble all around me.

Part of me recognized that there was this massively insane hurricane-force storm swirling all around me. That was the outer layer of my emotions at the time.

The wiser part of me recognized that I was sitting safe, dry, and cozy within that little bubble that encompassed the row boat.  

I wasn’t sure how I could be both, but there I was experiencing it.. so I couldn’t argue it. Besides, I didn’t want to argue it.. it was such a relief!

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Tonight as I was taking the dog outside (because I seem to get ideas for topics I’d like to discuss at the most inconvenient times… I dunno… I just roll with it), I realized that I wanted to write about having almost lost my shit today. I’d just read Fabeku’s post about fear & having a ‘Lose Your Shit Kit’ (which is B-R-I-L-L-I-A-N-T), and was thinking that I need one for fear times, one for anger times, and one for frustration times. I feel all three on FAR too regular a basis for my own comfort. Ugh.

So then from that, I had another revelation… (I know… my mind jumps from topic to topic and makes leaps that seem totally out there) THIS is the real me & it’s also my tribe. I have been there (in the fear, and the anger, and definitely in the frustration) and done that (still doing them, actually) and I know what it takes to get from that to peace. I have to make the effort on a regular basis to get back into peace and out of that crappy FAF (shortening Fear, Anger, Frustration.. I have a feeling I’ll be using that more regularly soon) yuck and I know how to do it simply. Maybe not easily, mind you, but simply.

So now I know for sure that I’m not interested in working with airy-fairy light lovlies; I’m sure they’re fabulous with their own tribe. However. I’m interested in working with real, gritty, HONEST people who are sick and tired of feeling shitty. I want to work with people who have been in that hurricane, and are over it. They want to experience the bubble of calm. They know it’s in there (because it’s there for all of us… everone calls it something different, that’s just the visual that came up for me.. but whatever.. it’s the experience), and dammit they’re tired of being blown around by life’s wind.

Oh I do love gaining clarity around something that has been blurry for me.

Anyone else had that kind of calm within the storm feeling? Something that literally just overtook you in that way? Share it with us…

in gratitude,

angel

Suffocating

(Originally posted on 6/8/10)

Is it possible to suffocate within one’s own life?

I’m sure feeling that way lately…

I’m almost feeling like I was “supposed to have been” a butterfly by now, but that for some reason (my own laziness???) I’m stuck in the caterpillar stage. (sigh).

There is a knowing that it’s time to break out, but I keep asking “how” when I (perhaps) already know and am too afraid of the unknown that is sure to come with the (any) leap. Have you ever been there?

The power of sound

(Originally posted on 4/5/10)

Have you ever stopped to consider the power of sound, and of music in your life? I was in an absolutely foul mood this morning.. and realized (after someone else had pointed it out to me) that the music I’d chosen to play reflected my angry mood. Later in the day, I’d calmed down quite a bit and noticed (suddenly) that the music I was playing was much more melodic, calm, and just generally more pleasant. Did the music influence my mood, or my mood influence my music choice?

Music and sound have been on my mind all day… then I came across this piece of music and this was one of those songs that stirred something from within… Something primal. It brought tears to my eyes and a quickening to my spirit. Just listen and see how it touches you. Listen with your entire body, your whole being… Let it flow over, and through, you. There have been several songs in the last few years that have done this to me… what about you? Can you think of one off the top of your head? If so, please share!

Enjoy…

Where is your heart

(Originally posted on 3/16/10)

For years and years now, I have been trying to figure out ‘Where is my heart; where is my passion?’. I’ve read so many books, and taken so many quizzes, checked out hundreds of websites, etc… I’ve answered thousands of questions and have tried to look within to figure it all out.

I’m reading this book now though, The Passion Test: The Effortless Path to Discovering Your Life Purpose, and I’ve got to say that so far… it’s really great stuff. What a brilliant way to address the issues that I’d never been able to get around prior to this.. Will keep you updated on how it’s going… maybe you’re looking to discover your own?

Change is in the air

(Originally posted on 3/10/10)

I’m feeling so incredibly antsy today… I want to jump out of my skin temporarily (or maybe just out of my life?). I wonder if this is how a butterfly feels just before it’s ready to burst from its chrysalis? I like that comparison, though I don’t know that it’s entirely accurate. I hope it is. I feel like I’m ready for a change.

I’ve been listening to an audio book by Po Bronson called What Should I Do With My Life. In it, he gives the example of a woman who feels the need for change very regularly in her life & describes the way she grew up. The irony is that her story sounds amazingly similar to my own formative years. This makes me wonder if that’s the reason I now feel the need for constant change in my life… is it because I grew up with so much change that anything other than that feels stagnant? Is that normal? (Does it matter whether it’s “normal”?)

Need to finish up my day, just a quick post since it’s on my mind… :-)

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