It’s the rest of the week. What are your feelings up to?
This past week a doting grandfather told me about a conversation he’d overheard between his son (Dad) and his (very young) grandson:
Grandson: “I feel cranky.”
Dad: “Why?”
Grandson: “I don’t know.”
Apparently, that was it—a short, matter-of-fact exchange. And then everyone went on doing whatever it was they were doing.
I have laughed with this grandfather over a good number of stories told about this delightful child, but this one left me a tad awestruck.
For those of us who have experienced the exhaustion of
avoiding
analyzing
trying to change
demonizing
bulldozing over
etc.
our feelings, there is something incredibly relaxing about simply noticing and naming them.
It feels like a big exhale. It feels like rest.
What are you feeling right now?
May your rest be sweet,
Alicia
(story told with permission)