Actually adulting
This #thankyouthursday, I am grateful for actually adulting.
Yesterday I had a therapy session, and I didn’t cry one time!
I don’t want to claim that as an achievement, because I think crying in therapy is…kind of the point? But it just so happens that yesterday I did not need to cry, because everything actually felt okay, and it really felt amazing.
My therapist observed that I sounded “in my adult self,” which is a term specific to the style of work we do together, but I think you can get the gist regardless.
Essentially, I was not coming from a wounded or hurt place; I was not caught up in old beliefs from childhood. I was able to be present and in acceptance.
In other words, yesterday I could say the phrase “it is what it is” without bitterness, sarcasm, resentment, or dejection. That, my friends, is actually adulting.
I really prefer to experience the world from a place of actually adulting. Unfortunately I don’t think most grown-ups are actually grown up, and I have to work pretty hard to become an exception. It doesn’t always work—or rather, it’s always a work in progress. But increasingly often, I’m finding a way to be honestly at peace.
When I’m able to keep the focus on my own awareness, and limit my expectations to my own responses, life is just a lot more enjoyable. And I am grateful.
Love > fear,
Christina