I’ve been in and out my comfort zone for quite some time, but there is this urge to push further and at the same time the anxiety of doing so. My mind paces ahead and the actions I’m taking are lagging behind.
I‘m still training "The subtle art to not give a fuck!", but I’d be lying if people, especially those who raised me, wouldn’t get to me. I love them. They love me. But somehow this love seems to hurt both sides atm.
Some of my actions taken concern them and fill them with worries about the things that may or may not happen. Worries that I am battling myself, that are somewhat resurfacing through the people I love.
When confronted with this amount of doubt one may feel like giving in, hiding under a blanket or trying to make it go away by numbing oneself down through music, substance abuse, infinite scrolling and swiping or any other form of distraction that one may imagine.
Of course there are more healthy ways to confront these feelings and I believe one of them may be #TherapyThursday.