Transmuting energy, back-to-work stress, and coincidences
I've been feeling unsettled this week, with myriad thoughts and worries vying for first place.
I return to my less-than-inspiring job next week after being away for six months, and this fills me with sticky-tar dread.
Sometimes I catch myself thinking: Why didn't I try harder to make a living from my creative efforts this whole time? But then I soften and remind myself that I was hit by a car and that learning to walk again and recovering from trauma was a full-time endeavor.
When I'm stressed about one thing, that stress easily spills into other life quadrants, which then feels like a wet blanket over my entire existence. Feelings can snowball pretty quickly.
A few things I've been doing to recenter/inject pleasure:
- pulling cards for self-introspection
- making big pots of herbal tea to drink throughout the day, which includes: Hawthorne leaf and berries, oat straw, Nettle leaf, Rasberry leaf, and Rosehips.
- drawing, doodling, painting in my sketchbook
- watching shows/movies and doing nothing (zero guilt)
- taking long chamomile bubble baths and jerking off
- exchanging ridiculous memes and vids with friends
- reading books from the library! I went and renewed my card (couldn't do it online for some reason) and snagged a bunch of books on chakra healing, astrology, tarot reading, and an overly sachrine quote book from Cheryl Strayed. I love the smell of library books.
Deck by Marcella Kroll
TRANSMUTE
- How can I alchemize one energy into another?
- What do I need to shed in order to move on to the next thing?
- How can I amalgamate my experiences and knowledge to create the life I want?
- What do I need to leave behind?
- How can I reframe or let go of these unhelpful thoughts?
- Does this narrative still hold true? How can I evolve into the me of today and shed old patterns?
Do you believe There are no coincidences? I've been thinking about this concept a lot lately.
The people we meet, the friends we make, the people we fall in love with, the jobs we find, the conversations with strangers that bend us towards new perceptions, the books we stumble upon, the song that temporarily saves us, the movie that bolsters our wilted courage.
No? Is it all random? Meaningless? Or are these things meant to find us, move us, change us, and slingshot us to where we need to be?