It’s been a rough 2 weeks.
First of all it’s so damn hot here on the East Coast. I’m talking 100 degrees every day. The bright sun was overwhelming. I swear when it’s hot, people get crazy. Isn’t it true that there is more crime in the summer months? All I know is that I’ve been in a state of constant irritation.
Also, my kids have camp, but it is only until 12 noon so I get stressed when I need to work, and they are home in the afternoons. I plop them down in front of the TV, feeling guilty that they should be outside. So I stop working, take them to the pool, library, anywhere cool. Then I’m so busy thinking about work that I don’t enjoy being with them. Guilt overwhelms me.
And then we lose power late Friday night due to a crazy storm with 70 MPH winds. So for the whole weekend, no internet, phone, light, fridge, and air conditioning. Man, I was miserable.
Then it happened.
Does this sound familiar?
Me: “Jack, what do you want for lunch? Do you want to have some fruit salad?”
Me: “Jack, did you hear me?”
Me: “Jack, are you listening what do you want to eat!”
No response. He keeps playing a Beyblade game on the laptop.
Me: “Jack Ryan! I am talking to you! Answer me!”
My eyes are bulging; I’m shaking; I squeeze the carton of strawberries and they explode everywhere. I’m screaming.
Jack’s eyes well up with tears. Kate comes into the dining room bawling, saying, “Mama, stop!”
Then I cry. And cry. So much. We all sit on the floor and cry, hugging each other.
Then it shifted. My irritation, my guilt, my stress began to lift. I felt this calm, a release…and realized that none of this piddly stuff matters. The good cry put things into perspective to focus on the good, the love, the positive. This is the shift I needed.
I tried working out hard, meditation, journaling, even praying to the Universe for some help. Nothing seemed to be working. I guess all I needed to do was cry. Let it all out and start over.
Thanks for reading what happened…I sometimes keep things to myself because I like to be in control…I’m a health coach after all. I am supposed to portray this essence of having my shit together. Never messing up.
But I’m human. Just like I tell my lovely clients, it’s okay to fall off the wagon. If it’s with your food, exercise, even emotions, it’s all okay. I have to remind myself that I too can lose it.
You can make a shift with just letting go. Cry, work out, bake a batch of brownies. Do something that shifts your energy so you can enjoy your life even when it gets to be too much.
What do you do to get out of the “crazies?” What helps you make a shift so you don’t continue down that road? Tell me what you think below in the comments.
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Lots of love.