Open Heart Adventure

I have a new outlook on my blog, thanks in part again to Havi Brooks of the Fluent Self.  She is hysterical!  Yes, I am the judge of that.  Just read another one of her posts, an older one, and she actually offered a class called, Screw Therapy and Start Blogging.  OMG.  Dying.  Laughing.  Ahhhh.  So seriously, even if (okay, especially if) no one’s reading this thing anymore but me, that is totally cool.  It’s therapy baby.

So I’m all about getting unstuck and feeling better, right?  And I realize that listening to sad, pathetic, heart-wrenching loves songs while perusing pictures of the Ex is a BAD combination.  But yet it feels so good.  Funny thing I’ve noticed is that it feels good during the sob-fest and then sucks when I’m done.  Definitely addiction-like in nature.  So enough of that.  Until I do it again later.

Now that the sad movie montage is finished, I’ll try to make a point.  During my grieving session tonight, it was done with a certain level of consciousness,  meaning, I didn’t get completely lost in it.  It was more like giving myself the space and kindness to let it come up and out.  Definitely saw the regrets, the “sorries”, a little of the “I screwed it up” stuff, but it came and went.  Not as sticky these days.  And really, this sort of approach works with any painfulness in our lives.  The pain and suffering is all about the story and not about the thing.  Not having an argument with yourself about why you shouldn’t be upset is step number 1.  Okay, that was a double-negative.  What I mean is, let the feelings run their course without all the judgement and “shoulds, shouldn’t haves”.  Let the blah cometh.  The sooner we can welcome the sadness or hurt or whatever, the more quickly it will get bored and move on.  You know, “this too shall pass.”