I am comfortably uncomfortable in this place of “knowing.”
Listening to the certainty that after a year of stasis, positive change is happening.
Trusting; comfortably uncomfortable resting in trust.
Pressing the pause button so I slowed down. Uncomfortable as that is.
After stepping into a vortex of pushing beyond what’s healthy for me, hearing the words of lifelong friends truthfully saying to me, “you know your limitations and it’s okay.”
Knowing that it takes a long time to practice acceptance and self-compassion. That each day that I uncomfortably go there, I rewire my active lizard brain, contracted muscles, and tattered soul.
Mindfully taking the time to be active, to rest, to play, to listen, or to just be with no judgment.
I have developed a great amount of patience. I welcome the reality that right now I really do trust that all will be okay, and the season of stasis is coming to an end. And in that trust, while waiting, I am comfortably uncomfortable.