I used to work really hard because I thought I had to to survive economically and I have learned years later that was really just an excuse/distraction so I would not have time to really see or feel what was going on in my life, even though it seemed pretty good.
I really became aware of this issue a few years ago on vacation. I started noticing or maybe the woman I was in a relationship with noticed I was having a bit of a difficult time relaxing at the beach of a beautiful lake we were at. I was surprised and disagreed with her at first until later I noticed she was right. It used to be so easy for me to stop and rest. I thought because I had learned to be a better person, learned all these great skills and tools. Agh and MANY years later I find that to not be the case.
What I have found now that I theoretically have more time and do not have to show up at a regular job is it is REALLY difficult to stop and sit at the beach, or by a beautiful lake…something I used to LOVE to do and really cherished every moment when doing it.
I recently realized that before, earlier in my life I was always so exhausted from working 12 to 18 hours days when I stopped it was easy to relax, I was just to tired to do anything else. Now it is almost uncomfortable, to stop and relax, now that I can chose to work or not. Why?
Right this moment I am sitting by a stunningly lake that I love AND part of me is having a hard time relaxing. I feel like I should go home and get things done (which a lot of I can do here if I chose to).
So what makes me uncomfortable sitting here?
My life is really good right now, maybe even close to fabulous. Anyway it is really good and all the skills, tools, techniques or practices and awareness have given me the abilities to create a life that is so much better than before, yet I am feeling uncomfortable some of the time.
What it is and why so many of us keep busy/distracted is so we don’t stop and feel what is not working in our lives or we are uncomfortable with some part of our life.
I am feeling a little guilty that I get to be here and other people in general and people I am close to don’t get to be here. I feel a little guilty that I don’t have to show up at a forty hour a week job even though I spent most of 30+ years working 12 to 18 hour days. And this beautiful place I would often come to with my ex and my daughter and we have had a lot of special times here.
I did a lot of work to be able to let it be ok to come to this favorite spot, yet there still seems to be a bit of a charge (some kind of energy that affects me and or you when you have something that is making you feel good or bad) and in this case an uncomfortable charge. I am mostly ok with being here, yet there is still a little there, a little charge that makes me want to leave or go home.
Guess I have a bit more work to do on why I feel this way and to look at why else I am a bit uncomfortable with being here. It is such an odd feeling for me to be uncomfortable in a place I have been coming to since I was a kid, since I have so many (boatloads) of good/great experiences here.
It just shows what complicated beings we humans are and how important it is to pay attention to why and how we feel about things and then look for ways to release the energy charges that cause us pain and suffering….to make bad choices in our lives. Life is so much better when we spend less time in pain and suffering and more time smiling.
