|break it, learn from it, stitch it up, keep moving forward|
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Mommy Lost her Sh*t
I am not perfect, I have a wicked temper once my patience has worn out. Emotions can be just as dangerous and addictive as any drug, and more subtly damaging to those around us in certain ways.
It begins with a certain combination of occurrences, stresses that quietly pile up.
Filing Chapter 13, we have to move within 3 months, pregnancy, baby due in a few more months and no outlet for small nesting instincts, frustration and confusion around stuff built up and resistance to culling it now because I'd rather when I start packing, prayer-meditation-meetings back-seated to other activities for those around me....an evening after a long (albeit successful) day, when he and I both just need a moment to ourselves, a screaming toddler awakened after she'd fallen asleep, we turn on each other...suddenly I'm feeling alone alone alone, with no help and no way out and some little belligerent person who will not got the f*ck to sleep!
So, yes, I utterly abandoned reason, and love, and hope for an hour or so. It's a dark place that I'm un-accepting of its powerful existence, a Jungian mirror of my general upward spiral in consciousness.
Is it okay that I lost my temper in front of my kids? Most definitely, yes. Only because when we're all over the emotional compromise, back in a thinking state, we talk about it, we hug and make-up. I admitted my defect, I use "I feel" statements, I talk about how I don't like behaving like that and I will do better.
Some might say that I've completely thrashed all the progress I've made, I disagree. One set-back does not a ruin make. If I were mid-race and got a flat, they wouldn't make me begin again at the starting line. The truth is I'm behaving worlds different than I might be if I hadn't done spiritual study, and worked it in the past 8 years. I'm not excusing the behavior, but I'm allowing my humanity, my learning curve. I could put on a hair shirt and self-flagellate for days, weeks, months, begging forgiveness reminding them of my terrible awful transgression....that however, is a teaspoon of self-esteem disguising a thousand pound ego. I obviously need to be more vigilent, not less, around what I do for my Self.
Other ways to let angry energy out: scribble/draw an angry picture, grounded scream, stomping, running, finding a lonely place and yelling, journaling, phoning someone to reason it out/cry/laugh aloud at our ineptitude some days.
Above all You are NOT alone.
"We should also erase the thoughts of yesterday that would rob us of today's happiness."