worried, anxious, annoyed? write about it.

Writing always helps clear my mind. I do this in a few ways.

I have my morning pages journal that I prefer to write in during the magic of early morning hours. Between 5 or 6am when the world is still asleep and the allusion of peace prevails. It’s so stunning, that time in the morning. Before the demands of the day set in, the texts, the emails, the questions, the problems that need solving (or at least addressing, not sure they always get solved.) This journal is usually filled with observation and reflection of the moment right then and there. I love that. It’s joyous and juicy and delicious.

It’s here that I relish in the clarity and quiet. What a gift. To be awake for this, present and alive.

I have another journal which serves as more of a brain dump. This is equally joyous as I celebrate wins and reflect on the people, places and things I am grateful for.

I also generally sort out trickier problems that are nagging at me. Why I might feel anxious, stressed or worried. And maybe some things I might try to sort it out. Sometimes it works, sometimes I make it worse, and sometimes it just fades away.

It, whatever it is, tends to feel less important when I identify it, name it, and acknowledged it.

A lot of the times some sort of resolution presents itself.

Sometimes I see it from a different perspective and approach it in a more constructive way.

Sometimes I acknowledge that I am taking things personally, I recognize that I am allowing my ego get the best of me, cloud my judgement and see problems instead of solutions.

That’s when I try to surrender all that crap and just be grateful.

It’s not easy to do this. But it’s effective as hell.

And all this happens in about a page. One page.

I mean- how powerful a tool is that?

Other times I really do find solutions that I set out to put into action.

That might be something I want to work on personally for my own self improvement or growth.

It could be a conversation I need to have with someone or a question I need to ask.

It might be a new boundary I need to set.

It’s usually a new boundary I need to set.

Generally, if I am feeling annoyed it’s because I was not clear on what was expected.

I feel like I was let down or taken advantage of or misunderstood. I hate being misunderstood.

It bothers me to my core. But identifying that, knowing that, reminds me that I am simply human.

Like, duh? Who walks around going, “you know what’s just the best? When no one gets me. What a great feeling!”

If this is how I feel, then I best be figuring out a better way to communicate.

It’s a work in progress.

Like me.

Like writing.

Like everything.