It feels so hard to not react from our emotions right now,
not to take everything personally, because we are weary.
When we’re hurting and weary,
it feels easier to live from the stories we make up.
When we live from the stories we make up,
it feels easier to hurl our hurt.
When we hurl our hurt,
it feels easier because our wired-to-stay-comfortable brain
is safe and happy.
Except hurling our hurt
leaves a wake behind us and within us.
How are you hurling lately?
Yelling. Working too much.
Plowing through. Hustling. Perfectionism.
Netflix bingeing. Drinking too much. Lots of sugar.
Too much or too little sleep.
Etc. Etc. Etc.
Maybe a little of all of the above?🙋♀️
Weary will do that.
Courage means:
𝘄𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁.
𝘄𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘂𝘀.
𝘄𝗲 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗳𝗳.
𝘄𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘆.
Courage also means we stop picking up someone else’s hurled hurt,
holding it close, taking it personally,
and allowing it to define our day, or worse us.
Their stuff is not about us.
Our stuff is not about them.
Take nothing personally.
Own your stuff.
Get curious.
Seek to understand.
Choose courage.