This week I embarrassed, humiliated, and disappointed myself a righteous many times. Just when I started to pick myself up, I found a good, solid rebuff awaiting in the wings. So now I’ve had my good cry, had my time balled up in a blanket with my dog bravely beside me, I’m ready to pick up my chin, and grin, and say…. The sun will come out Tommorrow!
My advice, should you be looking for any, is to not expect to stand and run after the blow. Anticipate a collapse. I certainly can’t appreciate and heal my disappointed crushed little feelings if I’m smacking them on the butt and telling them roughly to get back in the game. I need to respect my injuries, respect my hurts. This doesn’t give the weakness liberty to take over, it gives my weakness the opportunity to heal, and grow into a new, stronger me.
Thusly, anticipate is the key word here. The collapse is not a dreaded event, but a joyous opportunity to meet, love, embrace and hold sacred the most vulnerable parts of myself. I have been gifted with this injury, this disappointment. So celebrate and let fly the tears. They are a doorway to a an old, and a new you.
