Well, hello there, negative voice.
It’s Monday and it’s beautifully blustery here in Sausalito. I say “beautifully” because I’m working on tricking my mind into thinking that beautiful means windy and rainy and the fact that I live on a hill and possibly someday my house is going to fall down said hill and what would I do if that happened?
The past month has been a bear for me, mentally. Like wowsers. I wonder if you can relate. I was on a high in December and early January – soaring into the Near Year! Sleeping so well! Exercising and eating healthfully! My energy was through the roof.
But then, a black cloud slowly creeping in the distance, too far off for me to see it, had suddenly taken residence over my mind, sat there and took a shit in my brain.
Thanks to years of therapy, listening to self help podcasts, going on retreats, etc, etc, I knew was happening. December and early January involved a state of thrilling expansiveness in my work and my personal life – I signed new clients, my relationships were getting stronger, I was practicing healthy boundaries.
In response to this new way of being, my ego was pissed as hell.
Like, I’m going to take you down pissed. Like, more angry than I could remember. Yes, I’ve had negative thoughts and yes, I’ve had hard times, but this voice was a demon from a crypt I didn’t know existed.
It lashed out on Tyler, big time. It turned me into a dragon – with spikes. It wanted to take down my marriage. Thankfully, I have another voice inside of me that is calm and stable and wise and wouldn’t let that happen. Tears ensued, I felt like crap for picking fights over nothing. The voice was lashing out on the things that mattered to me most:
- My marriage
- My feelings of worthiness
- My feelings of worthiness around my creativity
- Basically, if something was truly important to me, it lashed out
I’ve read about this. Author Steven Pressfield calls this “the resistance” in his masterpiece
The War of Art. He says everyone—every.single.person.—experiences resistance when trying to start something new. And that, importantly, resistance isn’t ourselves; it is another voice entirely. If you even remotely connect to this, please consider
listening to Steven on Oprah’s SuperSoul podcast. He explains it eloquently.
I’m happy to say that with mountains of therapy and some of the best friends on the planet, I’m on the other side. I’m feeling stronger. I’m asking for help. I’m thinking of joining a mastermind to help transition some of my creative ideas into realities (more on that in a future newsletter).
Looking back on that mental shit storm, I realize a lot of my feelings were tied up in shame (shame for not being happy all the time, shame for thinking that I could make a dream a reality, shame for thinking my ideas were any good….), and the struggle with self-forgiveness. That is a toughie. I went into a full-on shame spiral the other day at my co-working space after rolling my eyes to a friend after another woman was loud and having a hard time. It was cruel, and I hope the woman who was struggling didn’t see my eye roll. It was mean-spirited.
The topic of self-forgiveness reminds me of a quote by author Glennon Doyle:
“The only way to live is to forgive yourself constantly for being human.”
So, yeah. Thanks for reading. If you’ve felt this way, I’d love to hear from you. We aren’t alone out there. We all feel the same things, maybe at different times, but they are all part of the human experience, and it is my mission to give voice to these feelings. To see
joy in giving voice to them, even if joy isn’t the first term that comes to mind when in the moment.
I feel joyful that you all are in my community, that you share with me and that, by reading, you are opening yourself up to being vulnerable, too. Thank you.
Last week my friend
Nikki sent me her newsletter and in it, I read a poem I found so profound that I sent her this note:
“Jack's poem spoke so directly to my heart and my current experience, that I felt myself holding my breath while I was reading, afraid of how the next line would put words to my soul that I wasn't able to articulate otherwise.”
I hope it moves you, too.
For Courage
By Jack O’Donohue
When the light around lessens
And your thoughts darken until
Your body feels fear turn
Cold as a stone inside,
When you find yourself bereft
Of any belief in yourself
And all you unknowingly
Leaned on has fallen,
When one voice commands
Your whole heart,
And it is raven dark,
Steady yourself and see
That it is your own thinking
That darkens your world.
Search and you will find
A diamond-thought of light,
Know that you are not alone,
And that this darkness has purpose;
Gradually it will school your eyes,
To find the one gift your life requires
Hidden within this night-corner.
Invoke the learning
Of every suffering
You have suffered.
Close your eyes.
Gather all the kindling
About your heart
To create one spark
That is all you need
To nourish the flame
That will cleanse the dark
Of its weight of festered fear.
A new confidence will come alive
To urge you towards higher ground
Where your imagination
will learn to engage difficulty
As its most rewarding threshold!
Very important disclaimer: I am *still* in the “delicate flower” phase of this newsletter, so I would like to request zero feedback - Z.E.R.O. - other than overtly positive comments (i.e. “love it, Katie!” “this is awesome!”). I may want constructive feedback on this project at some point, but today is not that point. Thanks for understanding and respecting the delicate flower inside me.