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Author Nicole Cameron (elephant journal) |
[It's a feeling] of not being able to lay down without adjusting and readjusting, of feeling like there’s something I’m forgetting to do, of wanting things to feel “just right” but not being able to reach that imaginary point.
I’m not drowning in unhappiness, and I’m not facing major personal drama at the moment. In fact, things feel relatively calm on one level.
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I move my body. I stretch and do yoga sun salutations. I dance salsa and swing my kettle bell. I breathe and bend and squat until it feels like my legs are begging for mercy.
But that current of discomfort remains a quiet, nagging whisper.
Kendall is miserable when she gets anxious. |
My stubbornness tells me that I just haven’t found the right cure, the right mix of self-care practices, that will allow me to chill the f*ck out. That maybe a different meditation or podcast or ritual will do the trick.
My optimism tells me that I just need to be more gracious, that I need to be outwardly thankful for all the good in my life. That if I can focus more on the positive, those antsy feelings will slowly disappear.
American Buddhist nun Pema Chodron understands |
My rational mind tells me I need to call my therapist.
The truth is that I could try all of these things and still feel like I want to bust out of my skin.
...Instead, I can be guided by these words from American Vajrayana Buddhist nun Pema Chödrön:
“We think that if we just meditated enough or jogged enough or ate perfect food, everything would be perfect. But from the point of view of someone who is awake, that’s death. Seeking security or perfection, rejoicing in feeling confirmed and whole, self-contained and comfortable, is some kind of death. It doesn’t have any fresh air. There’s no room for something to come in and interrupt all that. We are killing the moment by controlling our experience.”
As crappy as this feeling is, it is also proof of life ― of my life in this moment. It is my fresh air. More
- A Pema Chödrön quote for when it feels like we’re crawling out of our skin (elephant journal)
- LA COMPOST (food waste becomes fertilizer)
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