I love talking about what is real. I love being honest and getting right into it without sugar-coating or pretending everything is okay when it isn’t. I’m not afraid to talk about the hard topics. I believe when we open up with honestly and sincerity healing happens, relationships get closer, love swoops in.
But sometimes for me, the feeling is stress, worry, anxiety, fretting. When I feel this way and I talk about it, think about it and live in the space of stress, I am not healed. I am only more stressed. It seems to me that being stressed makes me more stressed.
I recognized this pattern this morning after I took a walk with my husband and the dogs. We basically talked about stressful things and by the time I got home, I could feel anxiety in my chest. It was a feeling of dread that weighed me down physically and emotionally.
This is not helpful. I thought of my favorite quote from Mark Twain- “I’ve been through a lot of things in my life. Some of which actually happened.” I was running future scenarios in my head- all with bad outcomes. All just stories.
I realized that, in the moment, everything was fine. Good, even. So I sat down and wrote a list of loves that I shared on my blog. It felt so good that I want to add more here. More loves!
I love that freshly cut flowers on my dining room table are the first thing I see when I come into the house.
I love heated car seats.
I love that reading a book changed the course of my life for the better (The Artist’s Way.)
I love the feeling of relief when it is so hot and a cloud covers the sun for just a moment.
I love the flying jet noise my macbook makes every time I send an email.
I love that reaching out to someone I love is always only a text away.