Worry plagues us all, yet gets us nowhere. Practicing mindful presence can restore the peace lost on senseless anxiety about the unknown.
On Sunday we talked about asking for help
. Speaking up
. It has been said, “You don’t get what you don’t ask for”. Well, maybe it hasn’t been said, but I’m saying it now.
It takes courage and confidence to bravely ask for what you need. But, don’t be dismayed. If you don’t feel courageous, confident, or brave you can still “practice” speaking up. Actually, I tend to believe it’s through this practicing that we become confident, courageous, and brave.
You’ve got to start somewhere.
How to do it:
- Know what you need (this one can be tough. Do the best you can with what you know now.)
- Have a viable method of communication. (Don’t want to say it? Write it, type it, dance it!)
- Gather up a teensy tiny bit of guts and put it out there. (You’ve got this!)
Still not convinced? Today is the perfect day to practice.
Why not start here and now?
We want to hear from you!
So, SPEAK UP! and tell us:
- What is it that you need?
- How do you/how can you ask for it?
Let’s take this as a mini therapy exercise…And go!
I met a little girl recently- she was coming in for her first counseling session to find a way out of her fairly extreme anxiety and worry. Given this knowledge of her current state of mind, I anticipated she would feel a little nervous getting started. As I usually do upon meeting a child for the first time, I asked her, “how do you feel about being here today?” She shifted a bit in her seat, straightened her back to assist her in sitting as tall as possible, and then responded,
"I am trying to feel confident."
A bit taken aback by this statement, I responded, “Well, in here it is okay to feel however you really feel. Confident. Shy. Nervous. Scared. Happy. Sad. Whatever.”
“Oh.”, she replied as she relaxed her back into the chair, easing her shoulders into place. “Okay then.”
I was going to take a day off from writing, but what I’m finding since I’ve begun this journey is that this form of writing is somewhat addicting. The good kind of addiction, the kind that feeds your soul instead of stealing from it. The kind that nourishes your spirit and your mind instead of sucking it dry. Yes…the good kind of addiction.
But, while I’m experiencing this nourishment and enrichment of my mind and soul, I am well aware of the counter part – the other addiction, the bad kind… the addiction to pleasing others and gaining approval from well, you. This is a very bad kind of addiction. And one that I know unfortunately, many if not most of us struggle with daily.
Wow. So the blog is live and my mind is swirling. So much energy, the good kind and the not so good, all running around in my head. T.A.B. as one of my best friends likes to say – Take A Breath………….ahhhhh.