"Some days are yellow. Some are blue. On different days I'm different too. You'd be surprised how many ways I change on Different Colored Days. On Bright Red Days how good it feels to be a horse and kick my heels! On other days I'm other things. On Bright Blue Days I flap my wings. Some days, of course, feel sort of Brown. Then I feel slow and low, low down. Then comes a Yellow Day and Wheeee I am a busy, buzzy bee. Gray Day....Everything is gray. I watch. But nothing moves today. Then all of a sudden I'm a circus seal! On my Orange Days that's how I feel. Green Days. Deep deep in the sea. Cool and quite fish. That's me. On Purple Days I'm sad. I groan. I drag my tail. I walk alone. But when my days are Happy Pink it's great to jump and just not think. Then come my Black Days. MAD. And loud. I howl. I growl at every cloud. Then comes a Mixed-Up Day. And WHAM! I don't know who or what I am! But it all turns out all right, you see. And I go back to being...me"......Dr. Seuss
It is one thing to show up for others. People get good at showing up for others. I even think I'm pretty good at it.
The thing we stink at is showing up for ourselves.....not necessarily for but to ourselves.... to our feelings.
It's easy to meet a friend where their feelings have led them, but what does it look like to meet ourselves were our feelings have led us? To truly show up to our feelings?
Do we fully embrace our bright red days? Do we sit in our brown days and allow ourselves to grieve? Do we question our black days, asking what our anger is really about? Do we allow ourselves to be silly and playful without shame on our orange days?
What would it look like if we truly showed up to our many colored days?
You have a truly beautiful practice here, Theresa - of showing up to your own life - with all its various hues and facets - and recording it here. Here is an invitation. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteOy, it's uncomfortable to live in those feelings. To not ignore them, to meet them head on. Love you friend, on any colored day.
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