I’ve been quiet for the last little while but quiet doesn’t mean stagnant. I’m working. My head is down, my eyes are open, my mind is processing.
Werk. Werk. Werk. Werk. Werk. Werk. Every once in a while I poke my head up to take a look around. Take a look back. A quick check to what I’ve left behind (won’t miss you) and glance forward to make sure I’m still in line for what’s just ahead (and further still).
Promising myself that I will be patient as fuck and failing every once in a while with a volcanic eruption of anxiety prompting me to check & correct myself. Reminding myself that…
I’ve realized that while I’m the one in my circle that people come to when they want a raw, uncut opinion, I don’t often take my own advice. Tried a little experiment the other day when I was feeling especially anxious and worked up about something. I wrote down what I would say to one of my friends if they came to me in the same mental state and then made a voice recording of myself saying it.
Listening to my little rant two nights in a row was enough to kick those negative vibes.
I realized that the reason why I communicate in this blunt, tough love kind of way is because that’s the type of communication I respond to. While it doesn’t work for everyone, a lot of people respond to it as well. If you’re one of these people, try it. It couldn’t hurt – just saying.
There’s something to this recording and listening to myself talk to myself as crazy as it sounds. I’m sure I’m onto something. In the meantime:
Werk. Werk. Werk. Werk. Werk. Werk.
Patience. Patience. Patience.