This touched me very deeply.
I think we all have metaphorical – or literal (I have panic attacks on bridges; frankly, you couldn’t pay me to drive over the one Carla shares here) – bridges we struggle with.
Maybe it’s time to change how we approach them.
The metaphorical bridges, that is. Screw the literal ones. * shudders *
Okay, so what if you’re reading this and you’re thinking, Okay, I can see how mindfulness works for you, but I’ve not had shitty friends and bad health.
Maybe you’re not a dud like me, and are capable of walking down the stairs without falling and putting your head through a wall (while that really did happen, I mean it as a joke).
But we all get nervous and anxious about ridiculous things.
We remember past conversations, things we wished we said, that awesome clapback you made to someone being a wanker, choices we’ve made, things we wished we’d done.
And that’s okay.
It’s okay to have these things running through your mind, it’s okay to flinch at your foot-and-mouth-disease last week at Sharon’s party, it’s okay to be embarrassed that Karen overheard you bitching about her; because these things can help remind you of your faults, your mistakes, and…
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