This morning I got caught up in my head. I was worrying about meetings this week – if I want to go, if I can figure out babysitting for my kids, what to say and bring. I thought about some interpersonal sticky spots of late. I frowned over bills, budgeting, and expenses that “should” be done (as well as the bathrooms that need to be cleaned and a grocery run to do). I fretted that I’d never be able to come up with as good of ideas as the author of a book I’m reading has. The thoughts (stories!) dribbled on and on. I felt worse and worse.
I was all caught up in my head — and I’ve learned (time and time again) that I don’t get anywhere from this space. It’s like falling into a vat of mental cement.
Today I noticed the mental cement (a win!). While it felt easier to stay put, I got myself up off my ass and shook my head hard and made some noises, swung my arms around, and then did some jumping jacks. I get numb in my body when I’m in the cement.
A first step to getting out? Restore feeling: MOVE. Then take a look again — is anything clearer?
Move again (and again) as needed. It may take awhile, but eventually I’ll notice I’m not so stuck anymore; I can feel (and think more clearly) again. This space holds a lot more possibility.