While walking at the beach, I came across a little crab and, when I got really close to it, the crab retreated into its shell. The crab goes straight off of instinct, if something doesn’t feel safe, he doesn’t go there. My family has always told me that I have a sixth sense, that I can sense when something doesn’t feel right, I’ve been this way since I was a little girl. Some days, I would love to be able to hide out in my personal shell as that crab does…to be able to just BE, to be myself, to dream, to plan, to cry, to work things out for myself, to THINK…
It is so important to have that kind of place to recharge, reflect and vent…what does my personal shell look like?
Lots of green around me, breezy, with my huge comfortable green reading chair near a window, and within arm’s length there would be a combination of books, music, a journal and my laptop. I like to just stare out of the window for a long time, trying to decompress as I watch others live their lives. When I’m in this mode, I usually pick a few songs and play them over and over, usually something to match the mood that I’m in or to match the mood that I WANT to be in.
Only after I decompress will I get this nagging feeling to deal with my problem at hand, why do I want to hide? what happened in my life that day to make me feel this or that way? who needs to be in or out of my thoughts? This is usually when I pick up one of my journals and start writing and writing and writing. Some days, I can get out my issues in one page or less and other times, it’s 20 or 30 pages. In either case, by the time I finish writing, I’m usually exhausted and my hand usually hurts :) It is very powerful when the ‘moment of truth’ hits as I am writing — sometimes I start crying right then or I say something like ‘yup’ as I write! Only after I see it written in black and white can I start to find a temporary solution to whatever is making me crazy at that moment.
Behind the wheel of my Jeep does wonders for me too. If that steering wheel could talk…I’ve practiced many a speech, request, pitch, conversation while driving — not to mention screaming at the top of my lungs in anger/frustration/fear; cried my eyes out, watched the sun and the moon come up and go down. I’m convinced that I have saved myself and my reputation by going off by myself instead of going off on someone else. As I usually have a commute, my badass moods are usually over by the time I reach my destination.
It’s important that everyone find their own safe haven, to be able to gather yourself and your thoughts while you figure out what your next move will be. For many months, I needed to step back and escape for a minute but I wouldn’t do it…it didn’t feel that I deserved yet it I guess. Once I started listening to my Inner Chingona, I started to make the time to work thru my big chunk of issues. Taking care of yourself is very powerful and it’s one of the first steps to getting your life back and getting to the peace and happiness that you seek.
Which brings me to the final thought for tonight by John Maxwell…”…if you don’t have peace, it isn’t because someone took it from you; you GAVE IT AWAY. You cannot always control what happens to you, but you can control what happens IN you.” Once I stopped the blame game and giving in to the drama of others, Inner Chingona came back to ‘high five’ me and to get me to listen to myself, take care of myself, and more important, take responsibility for myself.
My soundtrack as I wrote tonight? Carly Simon’s Greatest Hits over and over and over and over.
Haven’t Got Time for The Pain
That’s The Way I’ve Always Heard It Should Be