If Anxiety could talk, this is what it would say.
Hey, it’s me, Anxiety. I build quickly onto myself. This way of being, this way that I am, is habitual, deeply rooted, addictive, and hard-wired through years and years of practice. Generations of practice.
I erode any sense of well-being. Although I ultimately seek fulfillment, I lead to nowhere - my particular energetic expression is directed, but there is no end in sight. I just keep going. I continue to lean into the future with my pushy and pressur-y way, only to eventually be stalled out in exhaustion, burnout, wiredness, strung-outness. I burn holes, like acid. I rise up and compress inward. I restrict. I pressurize.
What helps me transform is space. Stepping back, giving me room, leaving me be. Tender space. Warm space, comforts and soothes me.
When I am in space, I’m still inclined to move into my familiar shape, but eventually get bored and begin to venture out. Reluctantly at first, timid and wary, I dip a toe into the space around me. I feel for safety. It feels pretty good.
Gradually I become more curious. My boundaries widen and I begin to fill into the space allotted. I realize that I can move in any direction. All directions! It becomes fun. I begin to play! I soar. I roam free. I glide, I FLOAT.
I realize that I can know no bounds. I am surprised by this discovery. I delight! I revel! I inhabit whatever space I want to. I am shapeless. Vast. All-encompassing. I am everything, here me ROAR!
I realize, too, that I can actually change my name. In fact, I no longer identify as Anxiety at all. With practice and my inherent curiosity I am becoming something altogether new, something different, and yet at my core, the same. I’m intrigued, I wonder as to what I should call myself. I ponder... But truthfully, I don’t really care. I feel freedom in my no-nameness. I don’t need to be defined. I am everything all at once.
As I continue to move freely, it becomes even easier for me to experiment with different shapes and expressions. All forms I become inform me of the realm of potential expression available to me at all times. I form, shape, expand and dissolve. And, I inform all that I inhabit. I embody wisdom. I am instructive. I am a teacher, a guide, a support. Just by being myself, just as I am.
Emotions are simply expressions of energy that want to move,
NEED to move for you to maintain a healthy balance.
What helps your emotions to move? Is it space? Something else? Feel free to share here.
Stepping back with warm and tender space,
Mara
