Just because the wind howls, does not mean the tree is toppled.
I’m learning this now.
I can’t deny that I feel rather pathetic for being in therapy at 43 when I could have done it for my own reasons in my 20s. I hate admitting regret, it feels like a betrayal of my soul. It feels like fundamentally renouncing my nature.
But the fact is I have heard and listened and taken on many opinions that others have said assuming, unequivocally, they must be right.
It’s ridiculous, I know it is but everything I am saying is acknowledging feelings that rise so quickly I can’t ignore them and this is what I am working on at the moment. It’s a brutal and uncomfortable process, highly.
I try to make light of it by saying I’m doing a Spring Cleaning of my life but, honestly, much of the time it feels like wading through a swamp of shit.
Get comfortable with being uncomfortable. Only way through.