So often things don’t live up to expectations. This mini retreat I planned has been no different. Expecting some peaceful exploration, I was met with energy bombardment and little sleep to further widen that gap. I’m finding myself needing to be met with kindness. For myself, from myself.
Allowing feeling like crying. Allowing frustration.
Allowing myself to feel completely pissed off that my boundaries aren’t being respected.
and leaning into knowing they are stuck in a wounded self too.
but that doesn’t make it ok. Just not worthy of my anger.
Practicing kindness, practicing gratitude ( really fucking hard. Ok, I not there yet, dually noted)