Sometimes, things come and hit you from out of nowhere.
It is like a punch in the dark.
A spit even.
Yes it feels like you are being spat on sometimes, doesn’t it?
And you don’t know why.
You were not even in a battle.
Not in the ring.
Lights were out.
You were not expecting a visitor.
Nobody rang the bell.
And boom, you get hit.
Some unexpected news perhaps.
Someone turning you down.
Not getting the job you thought you would.
Whatever it is, you didn’t see it coming.
And now, what?
What do you do?
I had one of those punches yesterday.
I call it, the mid size punch.
And it’s complicated.
You don’t know how to deal with it.
You feel like you can still work.
Make dinner. Go about your daily routine.
With the bruising still happening. The leftover pain.
When I got that mid size punch it was on a Wednesday.
I thought to myself, nooooo I need today to be Saturday.
Then I would have a longer waiting room day.
Feeling sorry for myself, day.
I could write about it. Cleanse it.
Have a pity party.
Did you know I love having them?
Yes. I do. They are such an important part of our healing.
When you don’t take care of that mid size punch, the leftover pain becomes a low grade anxiety, that goes and finds your bigger anxieties and latches on.
Imagine over the years all these punches we had to endure finding their way to the inner mothership of anxiety.
Because that was the only thing they could do since there was no other exit.
And this is why…
Life is meant to be processed, cleansed, talked about and felt.
Anything else is poison. (Click to tweet!)
So, here’s to cleansing our mid size punches and making sure to join our own pity parties whenever necessary.
It’s our human right.
It really is.
The opposite never ends well.
With many needed pity parties.
Christina
P.S Oh and make sure you listen to this week’s solo Dear Life Podcast, on Dating. Shhhhhh.
Listen right here.
