Yesterday, I had a bit of an emotional breakdown. I didn't scream and cry and go crazy, but sometimes, when I feel unsettled deep inside, I start shaking uncontrollably. It's a very odd feeling. My husband and I were eating lunch and I couldn't even get my fork to my mouth because my hands were shaking so much. It was a scary feeling and that made my state of unease even more pronounced.
While we were eating, my husband, in that gentle but mischievous way of his, says to me, "You know I read this great blog." And immediately, I'm thinking, "Huh!? Another one besides mine!?" But I digress... So he continues, "Yeah, this blogger is really smart. One article I read said that when you need a 'pick-me-up' you should call your mom." Now he's almost smirking, and I'm sitting back a little chagrined. He continues, "Mmm hmm. And the blogger's always talking about being in the moment. Being aware and grateful for this minute, right now."
And it hit me between the eyes.
I am excellent at giving advice. I can dish it out like ice cream and make it taste just as sweet. But taking it myself can feel like swallowing a bitter pill. And I know there are several (hoards, really) of you out there just like me.
The lesson is that we all know what to do. We have the answers (ALL THE TIME) right where we need them. We are unequipped to handle our lives and our emotions. We sometimes choose not to be our best advocates and we choose not to listen to the voice of sanity and reason that compels to live in a way which keeps us the most sane (a little insanity makes life interesting, don't you think?).
In the midst of my shaking, I was able to hear my husband's words and to reflect on the deep, deep well of inspiration and strength I have inside of me. Gradually, much sooner than on previous occassions, the feelings subsided and I was restored to a state of calm. He helped me tremendously, but in the end, it was my own advice that led me through.