Allowing Myself

…to feel, to love, to be.

Tag: alone

#30daysofdresses – day 8

The heatwave continues to it’s uncomfortable rule over the city. Luckily, this dress is made for hot, hot heat.

I originally bought this dress for my engagement dinner July 2010 (same trip as this story) and I’ve worn it a ton since then. Again, no bra required, loose and cool to wear, and super flattering.

Plus, the pattern is my favorite thing ever.

I wore this on Monday, and while it was a very successful day of work, I still can’t shake this feeling of major blahs. Or frustration. Or upset-ness.

Whatever you want to call it – it feels unshakable – waking up rested and then the anxiety seeping in as I realize I have to get out of bed and go about my day. Feeling happy and then not. Worrying that I’m not fun, I’m not easy-going, I’m too emotional.

Mercury retrograde, heat wave, full moon, hormones, anxiety, big work event, feeling responsibly for everything, f-ing fleas on the dog, carrying around ridiculous expectations of people who probably don’t even think about me, and certainly not with the knife-cutting precision that I dissect each action I take.

It’s a lot.

I can say that the dress helped. It makes me feel comfortable in my skin. It feels powerful and sexy and comfortable all at the same time. It’s a good friend to have on days like these.

Because I can’t seem to process this enough to articulate it right now, I’ll leave you with Jill’s words from What I Don’t Want To Talk About:

My life rehab started with the simple wish to “be a better friend to myself.” Not to be a better person, not to become successful or accomplish things and make stuff, but to practice maitri — loving compassion towards the self. I have a strong sense that right now that means two things: to accept help, to seek out connection and community, and to be gentle with myself.

Today I rollerbladed 3m alone. I went to the library and carried home an armful of books. I’m writing this blog post. I exercised, got dressed and made the calls I needed to for work. I wrote morning pages and wiped the kitchen counters clean. And during all of that, I felt happy.

And then there’s the overwhelm of emails, the aggravation of the flea problem, the pressure of work events, the feeling like I’m completely alone in all of it. And that I’m being unreasonable (where did I even pick that up?).

I know I’m a better friend to myself than I used to be, but the relationship still hits major bumps in the road. And all I can keep returning to is truly and absolutely doing what I want to do, emotions, feelings, thoughts and all. Loving compassion for myself. Accepting help and seeking connection.

Being gentle with myself.

Dress and flip-flops are both Kohl’s from ~4 years ago.

A Day Alone

I’m taking Abby Kerr’s INFJ Business class, and one of the things I’m learning about is recovery time.

How much I need, what tasks require more or less recovery time, and the self-imposed limits I’ve crafted for what is the “correct” recovery time for me (read: hustling / being good enough / work first, play later etc.)

Last week, I didn’t feel so hot. In fact, it’s the most out-of-it I’ve felt in a while. And even after a day of trying to take care of myself and starting to feel better, things were only looking slightly up.

So after two days of this, I decide to call out of work. And thank goodness. The pure relief of not having any pressure, the freedom to do what I wanted, the delight of playing hooky – it was exactly what I needed. I felt better immediately.

I saw my therapist, went to my favorite cafe and worked on my INFJ class, hunted down and rented a costume for a party, ate lunch and read a book at another fav cafe, and then came home to relax.

It was bliss.

And the reason I share this is because I forgot sometimes what I need. And maybe you do too. So here’s a suggestion: I encourage you to take a day for yourself. I know that sounds indulgent, b/c it is. It is not often we are encouraged to take a day for ourselves. So if you can’t go for that, try an afternoon or even an hour in a cafe, reading a magazine or a long walk outside alone. Allow yourself to pick something for you, and go for it.

 

How To Be Alone

Alone. Solitary. Unaccompanied. Lonely.

This is not a blog post of high authority, explaining to you, dear Reader, the merits of alone time and how to thoroughly escape the world at large. I’m no good at being alone, though it seems my batteries only recharge when I have time to do so.

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Alone, But Not Alone

I spent the week alone, but not alone. Twas a good week, but still not what I want. That little slice of heaven feeling escapes me. The power to create my schedule, to be the queen of my days is so enticing and then, once given the power, I fail. Maybe that’s too harsh a word, but I escape, I avoid…

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