#125: To all that we feel
Some days I feel invincible.
Like I could fly.
I’m currently sitting on the tube at 18.25 listening to Foolish by Ashanti.
Right now the lens I am seeing the world through is blissful, joyous - life literally does not get better than this.
Tomorrow or the day after or when I get home and realise we’ve got no sweet potatoes in or I need to put a wash on - my reality will probably feel very different.
In this moment I feel alive, energetic and frankly “full of it”.
Let me love you - Mario
In other moments though, I can feel down, despondent or low.
In fact even today I felt frenetic and anxious, literally less than 8 hours ago.
All of these feelings are me.
None of them deserve more than others. Each is precious and deserves attention, each deserves my awareness.
Yet of course, I feel more comfortable sharing certain feelings more than others.
Shame, guilt and anger. I do not share those feelings so freely. Yet I feel them.
Joy or bliss, I often feel frightened to share, in fear that they will leave me. Yet I feel them.
In fact, I often comfortably share the more difficult feelings and possibly don’t give the joy and gratitude as much attention as they deserve.
Today I want to honour that in just 12 hours I’ve gone from frenetic restlessness all the way to pure intoxicating joy.
This is it.
This is humanity as I know it.
A tumult of emotions, feelings and thoughts that move, dance and falter.
We judge parts of ourselves and many of those feelings that we feel are "wrong. " Yet they are all as right as one another. Some are just more palatable to us and others.
This is an ode to all that we feel.
An ode to humanity.
Slow Down - Bobby Valentino
To all that we feel.