Hippos like to wallow in the mud. But they know not too stay in there too long especially as the heat of the sun bake bake the mud. Sometimes I like to wallow in self pity but I also know, not to stay there for too long.
At times, particularly this year, I have fallen from my path. The way back seems so hard. My "back on track" seems miles off in the distance. And then I start to just get sick of it all. Fed up. Over it. Lost.
At this point, I would gladly take the pill, the drug, the procedure, the operation, anything to take the pain away. The hardness of it all. Any strength I had is drained and I am so tired. Tired of having to always assess, manage, make the decisions, take action. It is at these times that I cannot do it alone but no one else can do it for me. And it is in this conundrum that I get stuck, unmoving and I need to just, wallow. For a while.
I will do the next right thing. But for now, I am going to wallow. A time-limited wallow. A wallow with awareness, knowing that tomorrow I will get back up again. Like the hippo, I will come out of the mud and graze, swim, play - whatever that thing is I need to do to keep moving forwards.
#startwhereyouare
#onestepatatime
#wallowwithawareness
#mindfulmoment
#selfmanagechronicpain
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