It’s been a few months since I decided to stop fighting long enough to listen and dragged myself to a 2 hour meeting.
…and then that weekend happened and it was just a little bit eye-opening.
….and then I thought it was an awesome idea to volunteer staff a weekend.
…and then I was depressed for summer vacation. (sounds like a country song title)
…and then I came out of the depression fast. Like, it only lasted a week’ish this time.
….and then I started to really pay attention to what came up for me when I staffed the weekend. That’s important because those things triggered the depression.
…and then I realized one of the ways I self-sabotage is confusion. If I’m confused all the time, I don’t need to move forward. It’s pretty damn comfy in Confusionville.
…and then I realized how much I’ve been resisting.
I’m tired of resisting what I’m drawn to.