Dear Strong Woman,
It’s like rain on your wedding day.
I was traveling last weekend. I’m traveling this weekend. The space between these bookends has been both unstructured and hectic, resulting in the I-have-no-choice plan to do all of my packing and loose-end tying tonight after an evening work event. Ironically, my Strong Man and I suddenly realized an unnecessary step in our travel planning, giving me some time tomorrow night to get everything situated. I say ironically because we came to this realization as I was downing a cup of coffee I had just purchased that may or may not have had a turbo shot of espresso in it.
It’s 12:11am and I’m wide awake.
I could lay in bed and stare at the ceiling, or I could start the previously planned packing and get it over with so I can just r e l a x tomorrow night. But the cool Fall wind is coming through my window screens, whispering to me that this is a time to lay down some words. I don’t agree. My bed is covered with laundry. My bags still aren’t completely unpacked from last weekend. I’m still wearing my work clothes. Tomorrow is Friday the 13th, so going into it with little sleep has is surely a bad idea.
How is THIS a time for words?
Perhaps the answer is in the mess. The literal mess, as in the one staring me in the face as I type this. It’s a metaphor for what’s been going on in my head for the past three weeks. A scattered array of important shit that continues to get lost in the shuffle. I’ve been doing little things here and there in an attempt to raise my vibration out of this funk, but it’s hitting me now that sipping on a chocolate shake out of wine glass is only going to make me feel better until I go to put that dirty glass in a sink full of other dirty dishes. Back to baseline overwhelm.
Well damn. The Muse sounds an awful lot like my mother tonight. Again with irony.
Why are we so prone to doing this? Avoiding the real issues at hand? We cake more makeup on pimples so no one will see. Couples have babies to try to save their marriages. Substance abuse, impulse shopping, filters upon filters. The list goes on.
So the next time you find yourself doing something to raise your vibration, ask yourself: “Am I masking the problem or am I attempting to solve it?”
Get real with yourself.
It takes time to build a better, stronger version of you.
No shortcuts, babe.