Sometimes our feelings tell us some pretty crazy stuff. But right now, my feelings are giving me some pretty solid advice.
Today, they told me that I wasn’t obligated to be happy. They told me that I didn’t have to verbally entertain anyone. That the tea I drank in the fancy dining room of a bed & breakfast with my aunties was delicious, and soothing. I did not push myself to feel or to not-feel anything.
My feelings told me to cook some enchiladas. That I was angry, still. That there is hope in the world but no need to force it to fruition any faster than its natural ripening.
They told me that my home is where I feel best, right now, and that tending to that home will promote healing in my heart.
That I have cared for too long about things that don’t matter.
That distractions are no longer useful.
That only I can save myself.
And that the process of doing so, will proceed at it’s own pace, and in its own time.