Running from Cheetahs
Noticing is the door to freedom. Notice what’s happening. Watch it. Pause. Hold my reaction. Just be quiet. Breathe. In, out, all the way, repeat. That’s the gig I’m working. That recipe can save me heartache a lot of the time. Do I do it always? No. But I never regret it when I do.
There are no cheetahs trying to eat me, no fallen cars to lift off my baby, no primal threats to my existence. So I can wait to find the appropriate response. Which shockingly often is no response.
I can do and say so much less and be so much better off. I can wait to untrigger, untrigger, and untrigger again. I’m gonna keep going.