....you’re shoving your realest, most tender, god-like bits into a damp basement.
You've achieved, like it's a *sport*. Now you're too out of juice (and also, out of fcks) to keep agitating yourself on that wheel.
Listen, it's completely possible to make decisions that are actually aligned with YOU – how you want to live this life, what fuels you, the values you intend to embody, your creative mission –, even if you've let alladat collect dust for a minute.
Matter of fact, you can learn to move as the artist AND the masterpiece of your life so skillfully that your 99 year old self looks down from the ethers and drops a "well DAMN, I'VE LIVED".
But right now...
You serve them "cheerful team player" – your homemade interpretation of well-timed smiles, nods with a light frown (the ones that broadcast “yes, yes, I’m interested”), and a through a couple polite laughs in the mix.
This time though, the lump in your throat is insistent. Stubborn. Forceful. So it does cross your mind – “Is this the day that I disintegrate into a messy-snotty puddle of tears (+ repressed anger and stinging disappointment) in front of the entire office??”
Your body is shutting down and doesn't give two shits about the *professional setting*. It has warned you before.
The small talk floods in through your ears, gushing into your head all at once. Suffocating. The social cues are this bizarre, distorted choreography you've studied, practiced and never really got.
Something inside is supplicating you to STOP contorting and
confining yourself into a life that just. Doesn’t. Fit. A quasi-animalic
urge to remove the corset and let it all hang out. Not just at work, in every single space you occupy.
... so feeling confined in a life of obligation, disconnected from your agency and creative flow isn’t cutting it. It’s also *extremely uncomfortable*. And – you don't need to drop your apartment, job and all material belongings to go make soap in the south of France. But at this point, it’d be sweet to go a week without burnout, existential dread and feeling-dead-inside.
What you wanna be, is that genius-type, divinely in-tune, a-lil-magical creative director in your own life. Not a weather vane going with everybody else's wind. You want to quit forcing a square peg in a round hole and boldly foray into your own creative expansion. Build practices that fill your cup so abundantly and consistently, they fuel you to *actually* enjoy the ride of a life you KNOW will make you smile on your death bed.
I get it, when we see folks around us do the things that don't seem to come in OUR toolbox with ease and delight, it feels like we're missing a part. But when two chemicals combined cause an explosion, it's not about either ingredient – it's about the combination. 👀
To build the dish you want, you need ingredients that alchemize together to form *that dish*. You can't throw pancake mix and a pinch of dirt into pan and expect duck confit.
You might have heard your parents repeat things like "Life is hard and all you can do is be prepared and fight." So you prepared and fought, till you realized you had been following a manual that's incompatible with your OS and the type of life you wanna live.
Turns out, survival mode doesn't just "go away" (even when you're *technically* safe and secure) and it's toxic for your body, your vibe and your sanity. We are not built to feel unsafe *all the time*.
Yep – after years (decades?) of hustling for the exact same and STILL not getting it, while seeing others riding life (and having a hoot, imagine!!) with an ease that stings your soft-squish human bits with envy, you start thinking it's not for you. That the "tortured, repressed soul" storyline is your (p)lot in this life and that, maybe, better luck next time/life.
The thing is: to cultivate different crops (ease, fulfillment, sweetness) – we need to plant different seeds, innit? Operate differently than we have so far. *Sounds* simple, but how do you practice something you've never even seen up-close?
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