exhaling can be so freeing.

the other night, i had something resembling a panic attack. i saw someone who reminded me of some things that i’d spent the better part of a year trying to shake loose/ bury/ empty my mind of. i felt like i was losing my grip on the little shell i’d built for myself to live inside of. sure, i’m social & sweet & all that other shit . . . but can we be for real? i was so shook that i was trying to avoid talking to a woman whom i know from the neighborhood . . . & all she wanted to do was say hello. it was really crazy. i felt like she didn’t deserve to be treated like that. of course, i threw on the warrior face & put those feelings aside long enough to carry on a little bit of walking-up-the-block chitchat. i felt a little normalized, but mostly still fucked up. i was definitely in the beginning of a disconnect from my immediate surroundings. interacting with her was actually a really good thing. i was gaining some perspective on my situation. that’s totally invaluable. i was beginning to feel a bit better.
i decided that i had to feel all of it, though. trying to avoid those feelings had me jacked up to begin with, you know? emotional presence is one of those things that can be nearly impossible to practice if you’ve never known you were conditioned to keep your feelings to yourself. the more i remind myself of the conditioning that has essentially made me feel like i was wrong for even having feelings, the more i’m able to see where it’s stopped me. of course, there’s such thing as balance. i don’t necessarily need to tell the lady in whole foods that i feel victimized by those damn dialoguedirect employees down the block, but i also needn’t bite holes in my tongue when i’m at a family dinner & someone’s praying against gay marriage. (they did it at my cousin’s wedding, so why not over turkey, collards & cranberry-orange relish?)
i’m being tangential again. i had to work these feelings out on my own, like a grownup. so, i did what any wise conjure woman does: i took a nice, relaxing bath & prayed/ meditated myself into a better mindset. i couldn’t possibly waste my time crying or fretting, wondering what to do next. i knew what to do.
i did it.
sometimes, exhaling is all you need to do.

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. PretaMulatta
    Sep 21, 2007 @ 10:04:00

    sometimes, exhaling is all you need to do. –
    genius

    Reply

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