Breathe. Like most others my mind chatters constantly, like an unwanted narrator, creating dialogue and descriptions for future expressions, but when it comes time to let it out it freezes. I see my mind looking around it's figurative room, waiting for someone else to speak up.
Here is the spotlight, Buddy, your stage and yet you contribute nothing! What was all that talking and planning if you're just going to stand there. Oh right, right, you don't like attention. Any sort of awareness of your incessant existence and you're all mum. Thanks for nothing, you metaphorical douchebag.
Guess I'm on my own. Fear aside and presence in check, I shall begin.
And I shall begin. Okay, really now. Nothing? Blank? Why does my mind insist on being shy? It's nothing to be embarrassed about. Plenty of people experience post-vacation depression. So many observations and moments that it feels a bit difficult to pick just one. Do I discuss the lack of social responsibility when it comes to helping others due to our desensitization as a result of abuse of kindness? Or the strong hold that vices, distractions, and the like, have on society in order to avoid any sort of attention to personal feelings and the resolution of them?
I've learned it can be hard returning home from getaways. From the serene and peaceful working getaway at Big Bear, to the frenetic and indulgent buzz in Vegas. And now home - full of bills and undone dishes. Shit, I still need to vacuum. Angst and frustration welcomed me home. Avoidance was the initial defense, with a modicum of action to rectify the mess that was left prior to departure. I feel the whirling cycle of depression gain momentum; I'm aware of it. And now...how to curtail? How do I plant myself in stability and kindness during an overwhelming period of life? Breathe, right? Complete one task at a time. Breathe.
Okay, good start. Tomorrow I talk about Big Bear, CA. But for now...
Peace, Man!
Here is the spotlight, Buddy, your stage and yet you contribute nothing! What was all that talking and planning if you're just going to stand there. Oh right, right, you don't like attention. Any sort of awareness of your incessant existence and you're all mum. Thanks for nothing, you metaphorical douchebag.
Guess I'm on my own. Fear aside and presence in check, I shall begin.
And I shall begin. Okay, really now. Nothing? Blank? Why does my mind insist on being shy? It's nothing to be embarrassed about. Plenty of people experience post-vacation depression. So many observations and moments that it feels a bit difficult to pick just one. Do I discuss the lack of social responsibility when it comes to helping others due to our desensitization as a result of abuse of kindness? Or the strong hold that vices, distractions, and the like, have on society in order to avoid any sort of attention to personal feelings and the resolution of them?
I've learned it can be hard returning home from getaways. From the serene and peaceful working getaway at Big Bear, to the frenetic and indulgent buzz in Vegas. And now home - full of bills and undone dishes. Shit, I still need to vacuum. Angst and frustration welcomed me home. Avoidance was the initial defense, with a modicum of action to rectify the mess that was left prior to departure. I feel the whirling cycle of depression gain momentum; I'm aware of it. And now...how to curtail? How do I plant myself in stability and kindness during an overwhelming period of life? Breathe, right? Complete one task at a time. Breathe.
Okay, good start. Tomorrow I talk about Big Bear, CA. But for now...
Peace, Man!
