No person is immune to it
When my Doctor told me that it would be a while before I got back to Zumba. I was bombarded. My mind exploded with thoughts. They came hard and they came fast.
I let them come freely and I watched them.
I wrote the thoughts down…they kept coming
So I wrote more.
Later on… I did the most loving thing a person can do for themselves and the world.
I took the time to understand how my thinking was making me feel …sad, disappointed, crushed, heart-broken.
sweet, free-flowing tears
I consciously chose to think sad thoughts. I let myself feel pain and it hurt.
I had to laugh when… my mind tried to get out of it…
asking for Doritos. Surely, The big bag of Doritos will stop this pain. Ha Ha- nice try! I am getting to be quite the mind-ninja, especially when it comes to emotional eating.
I also tried picking a fight with the hubs, blaming other people and myself,… cuz anger feels better than sadness. But I knew, (Mind-ninja skills, again) my mind was creating more pain to avoid deeper pain…wah-hah!
So…I let sadness and broken heartedness hang out with me until I decided… we are done here. It took a couple days. I felt, it hurt, but didn’t kill me.
I chose sadness for a bit and it was actually beautiful.
I’m choosing not to continue to indulge in sadness because it doesn’t drive me to take action that gets me what I want. Hey, I want what I want!
What I really love is love… Love is healing. I’m choosing happy healthy healing
Let the Kick-Ass-Healing-Fest begin
It starts with at least a week of actually sitting on my ass… not too shabby.