My life is good. Really, really good.
And I am happy. Really, really happy.
But some days I still feel a little off balance. A little left of center. A little over sensitive and tender.
There’s no apparent reason for these feelings. Nothing bad happened. No one did anything to me.
I think that’s what makes this kind of malaise feel not real. Part of me would like to dismiss it. I hear myself saying engaging in negative self-talk,
What is my problem?”
Whatever it is, you need to get over it, Ryan.”
But I remind myself that there doesn’t have to be a reason for my sadness in order for it to be real. And that the only way to feel something different is to first feel this.
I remember that the way I honor myself is by bearing witness to the truth of what’s going on with me, whether it’s logical or not. Whether it’s convenient or not. Whether I want to or not.
So for today, I’m doing okay. Just so-so. I’m a little sad and a little tired. I don’t need to be fixed but I do appreciate the kindness of others. This won’t last forever. It’s just one day.
And when I’m out of this little detour through Sadville? I plan on being just a little softer, a little nicer, to those around me. Because no doubt one of them is taking their turn feeling like this and my smile or kind word might make their detour just a little bit shorter.
Quick! Say something nice below!