Anything can be comfortable, including discomfort
Sometimes we hold onto something and it feels comfortable in our hands. Our body knows we’ve held it before. But that doesn’t mean we should keep cupping it.
Question why you’re comfortable.
I’ve been learning a lot about my attachment style, and coming face-to-face with some patterns. Getting curious about my choices and if they’re made in present time or rooted in past conditioning and storylines. Wondering, in everything I do, about my “why”s.
Sometimes we hold onto something and it feels comfortable in our hands. Our body knows we’ve held it before. But that doesn’t mean we should keep cupping it. Maybe it fits because we’ve wrapped ourselves around it. Maybe now our hands are achy from the grasp and we’ve stopped, just a little bit, breathing. Maybe we’re used to that, too.
Familiar isn’t always in our highest good. Humans, ever adaptable, can adjust to anything. We adjust because we had to, we needed to. But do we still need to?
This is the question, and a hard one to answer. Living in present time is tricky when threads from the past are tugging at you. When you’re two places at once. If the threads are tangled.
Some gentle wonders as you begin to untangle:
Is what you’re carrying serving you, or are you accustomed to the weight of it?
Do you still need to pretzel yourself to survive, or can you begin to take your own shape?
If something feels like home, does it feel like the home you are wanting to call your own or does it echo of something darker?
Ask yourself: How do I️ know this is comfortable? And let your body answer.
Take care of yourself as you move forward and inward. Love to you all. 💛