Meh with a chance of Ish

The weather report in my bodymind today is meh with a chance of ish. Like clockwork, the time changes and my gloom-ometer goes up my perception goes dark. Life stuff becomes more overwhelming, more dire, more unacceptable than usual. Interactions with others feel harder, more daunting. I feel more other, more like hiding, but with a spike of longing for connectedness.

And even though I know this seasonal cycle well, I can still get fooled by my own brain which is so good at making up stories to justify my  malaise. There is always plenty of material to make what could sound like a rom-com life feel like a suspense-thriller tragedy (insert Psycho knife stabbing music here), or  worse, just boring and lonely (Wah Wah!).

It’s My Brain. On a decent perception day I might feel peaceful and expansive in the very same situations that Evie my evil inner critic would call boring and lonely. So I am hereby pronouncing, announcing, celebrating growth: I’m not stoked, but I know I’m okay anyway. This too shall pass. I’m gonna keep going.