Crazytown Week

This week has been CRAZY TOWN. Without going into specifics, because, you know #tacky in case anyone de-identifies me, it’s been a bunch random things being thrown at me. All of which have the potential for harm (metaphorically, this isn’t trauma. Trauma is trauma, difficulty, aggravation, annoyance, and overwhelm are not trauma).

I’m madly attempting to support a team at my workplace through a crap ton of change. None of which I signed up for. All of which I’m attempting to mediate, resolve, get in front of. It is challenging my core warrior-self (the silent one, the “I don’t have to fight because I know the ground I stand on” one. The “you learn Karate so that you don’t have to use Karate” one.)

And I keep sacrificing my yoga time to handle things, which is counterproductive.

It’s that thing in your chest where you can’t breathe.

I have to write my way through it.

So far, to recap this week:

If you’re going through hell, put your lip gloss on, pretend to be psyched, and keep going.

-Socially Distant Mom, queen of the mash-up quote