 | I was feeling a bit tense this morning, thinking about election day having finally arrived. How’s it going to shake out across the country? Who are going to be declared winners? Who will be contesting results? Who will accept defeat graciously? Who will be rising up in anger? I could feel the agitation, the unrest - just by noticing where my wondering questions were taking me. I stepped outside in the rain to drive the kids to school. A squirrel darted across the yard, |
seeking shelter in a nearby tree. A small hawk sat indifferently on a fence post, shaking the rain from its tail feathers. Except for the pitter patter of gentle rain, the world was quiet and still under soft gray skies.
All that tension and turmoil I was feeling under my skin - and not a sign of it outside in the world of my backyard. So perhaps I don’t have to be on high alert just yet. Perhaps it’s not yet time to be training myself to load a gun or dress a deer. Perhaps I can relax my mind enough to remember to breathe deeply, to show up for the people around me, to smile, to assume the best of others.
It serves no one to let my imagination run wild with dystopian reveries. I’ll be exhausted and burned out before dinner.
I tell myself that, and yet I know those scenarios will continue to pop into my head. I guess I can try to not grab on and run with them. Kind of like when I’m meditating. The thoughts come and come and come. My job is to not grab on and get pulled along.
No matter how the elections turn out tonight, the squirrel will continue to bury his yummy treasures for safekeeping. No matter who wins what, the rain will likely continue because it’s been raining for two fucking months and why would it stop now.
I guess the rain fits right in to my dystopian landscape. So, I have to work a little harder to not grab on. I have to work a little harder to find the sunshine.
Thankfully, my eleven year old carries some around in the freckles across his nose. He'll be home in an hour and he'll greet me with a big hug around the middle. What more could I ask for?
Where might you be grabbing on to thoughts that don't serve you? What can help you to put them down?
All that tension and turmoil I was feeling under my skin - and not a sign of it outside in the world of my backyard. So perhaps I don’t have to be on high alert just yet. Perhaps it’s not yet time to be training myself to load a gun or dress a deer. Perhaps I can relax my mind enough to remember to breathe deeply, to show up for the people around me, to smile, to assume the best of others.
It serves no one to let my imagination run wild with dystopian reveries. I’ll be exhausted and burned out before dinner.
I tell myself that, and yet I know those scenarios will continue to pop into my head. I guess I can try to not grab on and run with them. Kind of like when I’m meditating. The thoughts come and come and come. My job is to not grab on and get pulled along.
No matter how the elections turn out tonight, the squirrel will continue to bury his yummy treasures for safekeeping. No matter who wins what, the rain will likely continue because it’s been raining for two fucking months and why would it stop now.
I guess the rain fits right in to my dystopian landscape. So, I have to work a little harder to not grab on. I have to work a little harder to find the sunshine.
Thankfully, my eleven year old carries some around in the freckles across his nose. He'll be home in an hour and he'll greet me with a big hug around the middle. What more could I ask for?
Where might you be grabbing on to thoughts that don't serve you? What can help you to put them down?
 | Jessica Curtis is a professional coach who helps people cultivate intention and live from a place of meaning and authenticity. If you think you could benefit from working with Jessica or want to invite her to work with your group, reach out to start a conversation. |
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