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The world kinda feels like it& #39;s on fire, and we& #39;re the meme with the little dog that is stuck inside and we just keep telling ourselves "everything& #39;s fine"...
But I thought it might be interesting to reflect on the ways living in quarantine for a month has allowed me to grow.
The first week was pretty simple: finish finals and go dance with a friend.
At this point that little house I was sitting in was beginning to heat up and I couldn& #39;t understand why or how because it wasn& #39;t noticeably on fire.
I bet, if I had taken the time to see what was happening in the backyard (honing in more to the news and actually following the stats) I would have known that heat was about to cause a ruckus. (yes, ruckus.)
However, this past year I have been trying to practice mastering the skill of "letting go of what I can& #39;t control". So uh, to my parents horror, I often chose (and still choose) not to be a constant consumer of the news.
Anyways, I let the fire build for another week so by week two I began to feel suffocated by the smoke.
The immediate reaction was to freak out (duh, we all have been freaked out by this situation to some degree). Everything around me felt like it was collapsing. I was reaching out to find my fire extinguishers but the smoke was too thick.
I stumbled in a lot of ways during week two.
I don& #39;t know about you, but I don& #39;t like stumbling. So by week three I knew I had to get my sh*t together. I didn& #39;t know how but I knew I would make it my sole intention to figure that out.
So to continue the metaphor, week three consisted of what you might have seen right before the dog sat down...I began to brew my coffee. My metaphorical, dark black coffee, that so many of us depend on to get through our days.
Only in this case, the coffee wasn& #39;t just "bean juice" that makes me "go go."
The coffee was a game plan, a way for me to find sanity in the midst of this all.
So what did it taste like? It tasted like turning on my compassion to the maximum volume. Not only for my loved ones, or for the entire world, but for me and my heart as well.
So far, that has manifested itself into a skeleton of a schedule.
One where I practice intentionally reaching out more than I used to; I practice taking time, twice, out of each day in when I wake up and when I go to sleep to sit with myself and within myself and ask how my heart is feeling that day.
I practice challenging myself to show up in ways I might not in a "normal" circumstance. I& #39;ve finally started listening to a podcast, it is called @blackgirlinom and y& #39;all should give it a listen! <3
I am realizing, this thread is much longer than I intended but I guess it& #39;s time to explain why I feel its important to reflect on how we are spending our time during this pandemic...why its okay to sit with your cup of metaphorical coffee and tell yourself that "its fine"....
