There are times, and today is one of them, when I feel like I have sandpaper in my soul. This is hard to explain, but I bet many of you know this feeling. I will try to articulate this. The feeling manifests as agitation and immobilization. You feel like you have to do something, but you can't get started. Little things are irritating-unbelieveably irritating.
It as if someone or something was inside of the physical shell of who you are and rubbing sandpaper on the inside of that shell. It is not really about circumstances, but they do play some role. It is just a feeling that will pass, soon I hope.
So, for today, I will just observe the sand paper and be still until it passes. It always passes.
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