"The waiting is the hardest part. Every day see one more card. You take it on faith. You take it to the heart. The waiting is the hardest part. Don't let 'em kill you baby. Don't let 'em get to you."
Preach it Tom Petty
I have had a "cease striving" morning. I am trying to practice self-compassion per Brene Brown and allow myself to sit in the uncomfortableness of uncontrollable crying. To lean into the fact that I am totally out of control. To not get up and clean and busy myself because that makes me feel comfortable and this does not. To allow the bags under my eyes to reveal that I do not have it all together. To realize that I don't actually even feel better doing this. Does this get easier?
I don't think I can really know that God is not me until I learn to do this.
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