Step Outside the Walls

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Sometimes, it can be easy to get consumed by the activity within four walls. Whether these walls are the structure of my home, my work environment, or perhaps most discourageingly – my head.

My head seems to be the place I am trapped most often.  Especially when I am alone, still or quiet.  My mind is SO good at being the Judge, the Victim, the Prosecutor and the Defendant.  It tells me EXACTLY what is REAL (yeah, right), why I am RIGHT, why others are WRONG, why I am GOOD or why I am AWFUL.  It turns out, my mind is often times my own worst enemy.

When the busy-ness within my physical four walls (home, work) starts to wear me down, tune me out, or cause stress, I simply step outside.  Last weekend, I did the same thing for my brain.  I didn’t realize it at the time, but the long weekend I was able to spend on the shore of Lake Michigan was exactly what my mind needed. I was out of my usual environment for three days. Experiencing new and known people, new and known places, sun, sand, water…

As I allowed myself to enjoy this experience, to enjoy nature, to enjoy life as it was happening (rather than how and what I thought about it), my brain clutter began to dissipate. The reasons why I am not good enough, pretty enough, wealthy enough, smart enough, enough of this and enough of that, yada yada….  quieted.  By stepping outside of the four walls of my head I experienced LIFE. My friends lives. The lives of my son and husband.  As I watched the water roll onto the beach, as the sun shone through cracks of fluttering leaves onto my son’s face while he played in the grass, and while I sat, simply sat, in a rocking chair on the front porch of a home that was not my own  – I allowed myself simply to BE enough. To be a small, but uniquely important piece of this beautiful puzzle the universe has created.

When/If the time comes again where I am bouncing around in my own head for too long, this long weekend will remind me that stepping out (literally) can draw me back to my wholeness.  My perfectly imperfect perfection.  And yours too.

 

 


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2 responses »

  1. Thank you Amber, for sharing pieces of yourself.

    We are not living in eternity. We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand, and melting like a snowflake. –Marie Beyon Ray

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