Sundays. Tayla over at She'll Be Free has this great feature called Sunday Link Love. She finds all sorts of goodies, and shares them in one easy-to-access post to start off the week. In reading through the links this week, I stumbled across an article that made a lot of sense to me!
The link was from another blog, called Roots of She. The post? This one. All about fear. Now, you may want to head over and read the whole post (it isn't that long, and it's an easy read) but for my purposes here, I've quoted the chord that struck me:
"I sat and looked underneath the fear – what were the needs sitting underneath its surface? What was it I really wanted?...... To feel safe, to feel cozy, to feel loved...... I could meet those needs in other ways, in healthier and more healing ways, than by staying at home....... To feel cozy: I wanted the soft feeling of a blanket wrapped around me so I wore a long, soft sweater to work and super fuzzy knee socks...... When you’re able to break down the fear or stress or anxiety, you can begin to meet the needs that are underneath it."This is a bit of a patched together excerpt, as I eliminated a few parts here and there, cause this is the part that spoke to me. I've had those mornings, like she writes of at the start of her post, where I just want to curl up in bed with The Pup, a soft blanket, and shut the world out for a little longer. Days where getting up and going to work is the last thing I want to do.
Today was one of those mornings. And taking a little inspiration from that article, I managed to get myself cozied up, carry-out style. I found a very comfy sweater that felt like a soft blanket wrapped around me. I found the softest socks that I had.
You know what? It worked. Sounds a little silly, but that big, comfy sweater and those soft, comfy socks got me out of the house and to work. Yeah, once I got to work, and got into the day, things were peachy. But those little comforts, they're what got me to work so that I could get into my peachy-keen day.
Sometimes it seems a simple thing.... yet, it makes a incredible impact.
(P.S. If you're not sure what the title of this post means..... well, it's still poetry month,
and it's a bit of a hat tip to one of my favorite poetry books - Love That Dog by Sharon Creech.)