“We can't solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them.†- Albert Einstein
image taken 2nd of June, 2011 in one of our bike tours A picture that describes quiet happiness for me...
I'm not feeling well; I am fighting stress and not being very successful at it.
So, I find myself here, doing what I should have done before my stress level reached the limit that exceeded my tolerance for it.
Slowly, I feel my mind relax. It's that simple. I have not even poured out the details of what I am stressed about but this simple act of setting up a small space to pour my thoughts on, destresses me. Yet, over and over again, I have to go through that ceremony of denying myself what gives me instantaneous relief.
I am not a masochist. This I know with certainty.
The question remains, why does it take "long" for me to take action and make oneself feel better, specially when one is already aware what will make the yucky feeling go away - vamoose!
Accelerating that process is something I am actively working on.
It will be a success, only a matter and question of time, now that I am convinced I have acknowledged the core of my personal problems or the source of my self-conflict, or what I would like to define as root cause of what ails my soul, what pains my spirit.
Life can sometimes suck, no one's been spared of that experience, dare I say. I've experienced it countless times, when I was young and inexperienced, even before the chronic depression, before the confusing periods of mania, before dearly beloved people in my life died one after another...before the death of my own marriage...before I have even contemplated on death myself...
Still, here I am. I've licked my wounds from all those experiences that battered me, the scars from it are all almost impercebtible.
A part of me is still in rehabilitation. The one that still flinches when a similar situation from the past manifest itself; the one that is fighting the cynicism every single step of the way; the one that no matter what happens, still want to remain hopeful and optimistic because they are the only way to live and to survive.
Flanked with Hope & Optimism, the steps towards a stronger, resilient you will never seem too far away.
You recognize it when you feel you have arrived in your happy place.
From the photo, what a very nice happy place indeed, beautiful, and bright too. I've stumbled over the same question ... why does it take me so long to realize what I need to do to feel better when I've done it countless times before and know it works? Why is it so easy to forget that key activity that becomes so therapeutic? No matter, it's something to work on once you've had to ask the question, and it's good to see you're focusing on that. I hope that you continue to feel better or that you let your words flow through your fingers until you do.