When It Feels Heavy

A return to what’s reachable.

In The Heaviness

I tell myself

I don’t know what to do

Everything seems too small

The scroll of doom

Draws me in like

gravity pretending to be choice

I feel myself losing my voice

Every direction of speaking

seems like the road ahead is far away

and I am already behind

So what’s the point

Fortunate to catch myself mid-pattern

performing another perfect production

In the noticing,

a small yet significant space presents itself to me,

Where choice is actually mine

And I remember my brain often spirals in a macro lens

And I forget that micro is my lane

Remembering that makes me feel sane again (a little)

And slowly, I find my way back to….

What I can do that actually makes a difference,

within me

and beyond me too.

When the world feels too big, I return to what is reachable.

-Creating

-Connecting

-Serving

-Giving

-Loving

-Protecting my time & my mind

When chaos seems to be surrounding, what feels most grounding?

What would you add to the list that supports you in this time?

Where can we set the heaviness aside?

If this met you where you are, I’m glad you’re here.