Two-thousand sixteen is going to be the teacher I never asked for and, possibly, I never wanted. An old saying suggests when the student is ready the teacher will appear. I am not sure I am ready but the damn teacher has arrived and she’s got an arsenal full of lessons.
I’ve learned some lessons, I’ve fought several, and there are some still floating around that I am not sure what to do with yet.
Author Elizabeth Lesser says you sometimes need to be broken open in order to remake yourself. Theoretically, the breaking open allows for you to become who you were always meant to be. I am wondering if I am in the process of being remade, reformed.
All of that comes with stumbles, upsets, stress, and turbulent sailing. The moments of calm are few and far between. And how quickly we rebound from these stumbles, I am learning, determines how stressed you are.
If it takes me a week to let go of a tough weekend it makes it last longer. That really hit me when I saw this meme on Facebook yesterday:
Embarrassedly, I have to admit I have been known to “milk it.” Not on purpose, not consciously but I don’t let things go so quickly. Instead of experiencing the emotion about a situation and then moving on I tend to hang onto it. I tell myself a story about it and then it sticks around.
That’s important because all the time I am throwing that story around in my head I am losing my resiliency time. I am losing my moments of calm. It’s almost a version of “Groundhog day” in I am repeatedly reliving a moment that’s from the past, whether 5 minutes or 5 years ago, and it’s taking up the present.
To find more calm in what’s undoubtedly a period of transition, I am asking what is happening in THIS MOMENT, during this breath? Whatever the answer, be with that. It’s choosing to be in the stillness of now and not the stress of the story that happened in the past. And when chaos meets the present moment, be with that until it passes.
As the ever-famous quote from Ram Dass directs: Be Here Now!
Sunshine & Sarcasm,
Lowi & G