I haven’t written in a while, months. I was stuck. I was scared. What was I writing? What did I want to share in this journey we’re all on? I had no idea. Fear locked me down. Getting caught up in dating locked me down. My resourcefulness was at a low. My beliefs in the possibilities of life scattered. We live small in fear. We lose our ability to think expansively. How many times I’ve lived small, lost my words, forgot the love present in my life because of fear.
All we can do is become aware of it happening and then try healthy alternatives to change this fear state. Do deep breathing. Get a different perspective from someone else. Take a drive. Listen to comedy, to music, meditate, rock climb. Do something–anything. Because of one issue I was working through, I meditated and did a deep dive into questions relating to relationships and my expectations in them, along with what’s triggered in me when an expectation isn’t met, and finally asking what I expect from myself and how I want to show up for me and another person.
When we recenter ourselves to our truth we breathe again. We loosen up. We can dream again, and in my case, start to write again. Sometimes it’s a fight to gain this center. Keep going. Do something again and again, as many times as it takes. Every time we come back to our center, we are building a new pattern, one that will become the norm with practice. I’m still practicing.
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