"All we have to decide, is what to do with the time that is given us." - JRR Tolkien
Mid-November is a time where my stress levels start to rise.
My mind tends to race thinking about all of the things that I 'have to do.'
My to-do list grows at epic rates. Who is hosting Thanksgiving? Do we have to travel? Do I have to make homemade crust for my pie? What do I have to bring to the party? How many gifts do I have to buy? You need what for the school party? How will I get all the things done? You seriously ‘need’ me to buy eggnog….do we ever actually drink it?
Within all of the have-to’s, I can easily get detached and distracted from what this season is about and how I want to feel. Recently, I’ve been slowly and gently moving out of that old story and mindset, but still I am challenged to keep things simple as we shift towards the end of the year.
This year I want to turn down the chatter, the hubbub & the noise and find ways to savor this gorgeous time of year.
I want to call in what I want to create and do, by being mindful, intentional and by simplifying.
During this season, I want to feel connection & joy with my friends and family. During this season, I want opportunities to make memories & laugh. During this season, I want space and time to pause, reflect and be grateful. During this season, I want to give and receive from my heart. During this season, I want to create warmth, love and light in my home.
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"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present and future mingle and pull us backward, forward or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations" - Anais Nin
I am a small business owner - lit up, turned on, open to the ebb and flow of the creative process. I am following my very own path, my gut and finding flow.
I am a warrior, medical mama and advocate - exhausted, overwhelmed, sad, joyful, anxious, riding all the waves and calling in ease. Simultaneously tasting bitter and sweet on my tongue.
I am partner & lover to my soul mate of 20 years - I am blissed out, speaking my truth and savoring the passion & intensity that has come from our longtime together.
I am a woman who is aware of her family history - of major mental illness & all the addictions - I am flirting with these facts & determined to not succumb to words, symptoms, pain, numbing retreat, anxiety & depression.
I am a 14 year old boy - inappropriate, humor filled, seeking all the laughter, staying up till all hours of the night having fun.
I am a HSP, empath and intuitive - lifting the veil, moving with purpose and embracing hawk vision
I am a friend - I will support your breath, your evolution, your celebrations, your sorrow. I give what I need and want to receive. I am a wounded healer - gifted & raw, scabbed over & wise, seeking gold to fill in all of the cracks & crevices.
I recently texted my husband after being accosted by random strangers in the checkout line at Kohl's. Sounds dramatic doesn't it? Since the last time I visited this department store [a rare occurrence as we just shop there when the boys need jeans], they have moved a gazillion perfume squirters to sample to the waiting queue for check out.
My text went something like this.
Me: I am having a HSP meltdown because two women [one in front of me and one behind me] just sprayed perfume in my general direction. They sprayed it so many times. I can taste it in my mouth! I smell so yucky. I am freaking out! Freaking out!!!!!!
Him: What's a HSP?
[I might have rolled my eyes like a 15 year old at this point]
Back in the minivan, after I removed my sweater [because perfume], chewed gum and drank water and tried to get the taste out of my mouth, texted my women to tell them what happened and then did some venting with my son [who was equally horrified, but less screechy than me], I texted Marc back to tell him that HSP stands for Highly Sensitive Person.
Highly sensitive people are often hyper-in- tune with what is happening around them. They are often sensitive to sound, sights, smells, touch. I am a big old HSP.
I have always been a highly sensitive creature. Since the beginning of time. I have memories as a child of hating certain fabrics, the feeling of zippers on my skin, and the seams of socks. I was also very quiet as a child [a giant sponge that absorbed all that was happening around her.] I have always needed time alone.
My HSP-ness looks a bit different now. My requirements are more finely tuned, as I am more in touch with what I need to thrive.
I am so sensitive to smell [more so as a woman of 42, than ever before]. I cannot tolerate fake smells [think Bath and Body works], scented candles, or perfume. The smells elicit a drowning feeling in me. Dramatic right? And I don't do drama. I have a visceral and averse reaction to the smells of Patchouli and Jasmine. Two small companies have lost my business because they put patchouli oil on a product, and in an oil without disclosing it. No thank you please.
I do best with minimal background noise while I am working. While watching television, I ask for the volume to be turned down repetitively. Marc tries to remind me [gently] that the commercials are always louder, but I don't really care. It hurts my ears and makes my head feel like it's going to pop off.
I am still sensitive to what clothes go on my body. I wear mostly cotton, flowy tops. I can't do tight anything. I only purchase certain brands of jeans. Bras with underwire no longer exist in my drawers. I banned them a few years ago, when I made the connection between my mid-day moodiness and feeling like my skin was being jabbed to death. I have two brands of underwear that meet my needs.
I need expansive space in my visual field. Mellow lighting (not florescent) seems to work best for me, but too little light makes my head hurt. I cannot watch violence on screens - as it is too upsetting to me, because I feel it in my body. I tried to go see Hunger Games with my teenage son a few years ago, and I hid under my coat because it was too graphic for me.
I am complete and complex in how I process the outside world.
Big box stores elicit a panic like feeling in my chest [might be the lighting...might be the shiny floors.....might be all the people?] I struggle to be in large crowds. I can now tolerate the mall in small doses, as long as I get a snack and a chill break while I am there. My kids know it's tough for me, so they do some mom caretaking during mall trips. It's really sweet.
I need so much time alone. Space with nothing planned. This is ideal for me. It's how I thrive, feel rested and feel replenished.
I am so highly sensitive. And hope to never have perfume sprayed in my general direction ever again.