I’ve hit a wall. Yes, I’m trying to find joy in the little things. And I am. Coffee on the east porch. Watching the storms roll by. Taking the brush hog to the farm. How fucking good I feel after yoga!
All of those things are satisfying, and yet I can’t shake the Blahs.
An article in the New York Times calls it, “languishing. The sense of stagnation and emptiness.” A response to the last year our brains have been on high alert. Politics. Social change. Pandemic. We have basically been in fight or flight mode, I’ll argue since 2016, but definitely since last March.
Languishing is the absence of well-being. We aren’t technically depressed, some of us, but we’re not thriving either. It’s the embodiment of MEH.
Without chaining a giant anchor to our mood, I’m not one to force fake positivity on you. I am struggling. If you are too, you are not alone. Just because we’re not burned out doesn’t mean we firing on all cylinders.
This is when I have to remind my brain about baby steps.
I’m giving myself a little grace because all sense of our old normal is gone. One foot in front of the other is about all I can muster at the moment. And that HAS to be okay.
We are all dealing with something at varying levels of crisis so let’s give ourselves a minute. So, I’m ignoring the vacuuming, the laundry, and the other things on my to-do list and I’m going to take a day to walk between rain showers, maybe read a book, or have another slice of birthday cake that I made myself.
And tomorrow, I’ll get up and do Pilates with you. And yoga the day after that. I’ll plan a menu and do the grocery run. I’ll check to see if anyone new has joined me and remind you to buy my book.
“Yoga can detoxify a shitty, fucking attitude.” —JC Lynne, The F*cking Yoga Book: Yoga for The Rest of Us