A pattern I’ve noticed with myself, based on past tendencies, is to want to change everything when I want to change something. Sometimes it’s a charged with an energy of positive excitement, of thrill at all of the possibilities I can peel back, all the ways I go and grow, and other times, when it feels out of need, it has tinge of panic. Regardless of the reason, I’ve found that bringing myself in to focus on doing one thing, any one thing, is the best thing. And then, magically, predictably, physically, it results in so many other changed things. Sometimes it changes my perspective, a desire, an assumption. Sometimes it changes a priority, or even just my mood.
Do this one thing, and then see.
In particularly overwhelming moments of the pandemic and life as it ebbed and flowed concurrently, it’s been a coping mechanism, I’ve relied on to get through. A micro gear I engage to ensure forward motion, even when it’s small, so small, to prevent it from feeling like everything is caving in. I am standing up. Now I am going to get a glass of water. Now I am drinking the water. Now I am looking outside. Now I am breathing deep. OK, now, I am OK. I had to do one thing, even one little thing, to be able to do anything.
I did this one post. And now, I think I want to revisit another post.