The benefit of release valves
I’m sure I’m not the only one who gets wound up by a parent. In my
By Wednesday afternoon those buttons were getting a little overused and I was trying my very best to remain compassionate. I was able to feel how strongly my energy was being thrown off centre. I knew that I owned all these feelings. Therefore, I have the responsibility to get myself back to being me. Thankfully, around 7 weeks ago a good friend introduced me to Embodiment.ie Dance classes held on a Wednesday night. I knew this is exactly what I needed. Within 20 minutes of the class beginning and me letting myself go, all that stress and energy just flowed out of me. I was ecstatic and felt like Sam again. I am so grateful to have found a release valve that works for me.
The need to connect
I was sitting in the Sauna in the Markievicz on Tuesday and there were people chatting away. After the girl left, the room went silent. There we were, 6 men, sitting in a wooden box, within inches of each other. Silence. This is something I witness all the time in public spaces. Jacuzzis, queues, trams, etc. Silence is golden also, nevertheless, it’s also lovely to connect. What was stopping me also, accept me, sitting there thinking about
Working in the Tara Building, I feel this is probably why I feel so at home there. I love to connect. It feels really special to be part of the
Doing my grocery shopping earlier today in Aldi, whilst looking at some meats, a lady showed me a pack of minute steaks and said they’re lovely. We ended chatting about them. She then told me a lovely way to cook them, as seen here. I ended stopping two more times in the shop and talking to her again and thanking her. It reminded me again of the need to connect.
Trust in the will of another
This is a
Mum gets into this one also. As my mum is a mature lady now, one might hope that she has the wisdom of the years. Unfortunately, this is not the case. I seem to spend over half my time begging her to eat something. Trying to make her to understand that her diet, or lack there of, is part of what is making her unwell. Blue in the face. Brick wall. I keep telling myself. You can not force your will on another. People have to learn their own way.
We went to see Beautiful Boy on Friday night and there was the message again. (bit of a SPOILER Alert) I really relate to the father in the story, how out of absolute desperation and love, only wants the best for his son. And in some way blames himself. And believes more than anything that he can fix the situation. Until finally he realises and lets go. Then finds solace in the acceptance. That everyone has to find their own will.