Embrace Your "Blah"...

These are my toes lazily lounging in a hammock, in close proximity to some coconut palms and a crystal clear ocean expanse…?

I should be feeling filled up, fueled up, and ready to tackle whatever 2023 throws my way…?

I’m not…?

Although I recognise entirely the irrationality behind the thought, many of us have it anyway- the hope that an invisible energy injection will be infused through our veins as one year ticks over to the next.?

One that will leave us feeling prepared.?

Ready.?

On top of things…

It has not arrived.?

Here I am... still waiting.?

Despite being in an idyllic location, one that historically fills my soul and calms my mind.

I have felt restless…?

Still exhausted…?

I have felt… "Blah"…

By the end of yesterday, the frustration was oozing. I hadn’t managed more than reading a few pages of my book, I hadn’t even managed half an hour on the beach in the sun… I can’t actually tell you what I did… I have no idea.?

"Blah" had been the order of the day.

I went to bed and determined that today I would at least accomplish something… minimal.

Nope. Still Blah.?

But I did make one change: Today, I have reframed this Blah state of being more compassionate… I have sought to understand it, and in doing that, embrace it gently.

I get it. We’re still in go-go-go mode. Vigilantly waiting at the bus stop for a crisis. On chair edges waiting for some major global, national, near-home or?at-home event that will require all of our mental and emotional resources.?

It’s not a conscious place to be. It’s actually buried deeply under many other layers of consciousness. But it remains what it is: a place of existence. It’s where we’ve had to be for the past few years. That space of “alertness” doesn’t just disappear no matter how much talking-to we give ourselves. And it is absolutely depleting- down to the skeletal parts of our being.?

So instead of frustration today, I’m letting myself be… Blah and all… Exactly where I am…

Part of the healing from the past few years is refuelling, and many of our tanks are still in serious overdraft.?

I don’t have the answers to quick refuelling. I don’t have the magic cure or the secret weapon. Instead, I am going to try to listen. With no expectations and no judgement of what I did and didn’t accomplish today… of what I will or won’t accomplish or in the coming days… weeks… months… or year.

Healing isn’t a race. It’s an ultra-marathon in which many of the world’s citizens are currently hobbling. There are no medals for podium finishes. Only ones for liberally dishing out kindness along the way.?

I’m going to go more slowly…

I am going to do more inner listening.

I am going to embrace the "Blah" more compassionately.

After all, when we are quiet and tune in, Blah Days are really just our bodies telling our minds to rest…?

Embrace your "Blah".?

It just needs to be heard.?

From one marathon runner to another,

Naomi??