Change comes in waves, doesn’t it?
One day you’re lamenting the tedious, static state of your life, the next you’re all the way overwhelmed trying to juggle multiple facets of your life, all shifting all at once.
I went on holiday end of last year to shed the horrible state my life was in, the disgusting and toxic plague that had suddenly made its way into my life quite on its own with me being absolutely in the dark, and to some extent, it worked. I rushed back into my life energized, confident that I am now stronger for it, that even if some part of the plague was still in my life, I was on top of it and if I wasn’t, I had successfully suppressed the trauma of it.
But as the old lesson goes, you may trick your mind into thinking you’re past the bullshit, but suppression leads to stress showing up in different ways in your body. It’s a bit like that time Homer Simpson had those rage lumps:
I can tell you rn, replace rage lumps with dangerously consistent twitchy eye and that’s my body telling me I am under stress yall. And that’s the mildest of the mild. I’m in awe of people who can juggle different facets of their life flawlessly, or can at least display composure, even if they’re screaming internally – because yagirl feels a lot like Liz Lemon at her worst, eating night cheese and crying a lot like how Seinfeld talks. Wo bhi at work.
But march on we must.
So here are some images to prove that while some things have not changed, like me being EXTRA, the places and people around me thrive & juggle successfully: