(Feeling) Woeful

Wretched unhappiness spirals up and out of the
heart, pooling on the floor, a deep eddy of
sorrow and depression.  “Woe is me,”
she thinks.  She believes.
A bright, piercing gash of anguish scrapes her
soul raw, leaving her convinced (feeling)
woeful is her new normal.
It doesn’t have to be.
Normal is only normal if you let it.
Woe is only woe if you wallow.
What if she feeds on thoughts of joy instead?
A steady diet filled with zesty distractions and
platters of contradictions that reveal what she
believes is true and woeful is false.

One day, she wakes to discover
she has shed the weight of woe.

 

© Hilary Clark ~ 3/4/19

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(Feeling) Impulsive

Stop thinking so hard.
Seriously.  Turn your mind off for a minute.
Instead, act.  Follow your instincts.
Follow the urge.
Feel the impulse.
Stop.
Drop.
Do a somersault.
Don’t walk – dance down the sidewalk.
Sing “Bohemian Rhapsody” in the produce section of Whole Foods.
Turn right when Siri tells you to turn left.
Paint your bathroom walls purple.
Paint your front door red.
Embrace your inner child.
Don’t let fear stand in your way.
Play drums on the kitchen counter with wooden spoons while making dinner.
If your family gives you the side eye, hand them a spoon and invite them to jam.
Share the impulse.
Share the fun.
Feel impulsive and act.

© Hilary Clark ~ 11/8/18

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(Feeling) Fear

Fight: kick off an argument.
Keep it going for days.
Never admit you might be wrong.

Flight: disappear into your
Phone, a book, your job.
Avoid the conversation at all costs.

Freeze: over-analyze.
Now you’re paralyzed.
The resolution is out of reach.

Feel the fear.
Let it burn you.

Or make a different choice to:

Stop fighting.
Stop fleeing.
Stop freezing.

Feel the fear and do
It – whatever it is –
Anyway.

© Hilary Clark ~ 8/14/18

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