resistance training.
Mar. 25th, 2026 12:25 pmMost of the drivel on social media I scroll right past, but one caught my eye yesterday that actually resonates a bit - some guy selling something said: If stressed worked, we'd all be better by now - or something to that effect.
I just started this book Born to Flourish and it's already helping me think about how to stay balanced when life throws crap my way. I am not even going to go into all the crap I stepped in, or life served to me on a platter made of computer screens, last night and this morning, but it is a combination of financial stress and long term worry and past regrets and it's all bundled up with a bow of profound injustice.
Enough to destabilize the most stable person.
But I'm sinking my feet and my mental health tools as if they were trekking poles down into the wet loose rocky sand and just feeling the icy current tug at my legs and thighs, without toppling over.
One step at a time. I will get through this. Keeping my eye on the light behind the clouds. Keeping in mind everything that is good and right and how fortunate I am to even have these problems, compared to most humans on this planet, in the grand scheme of things.
Stopping and pausing to let the anxiety or dread or depression course through my body is actually really helpful in processing it and letting it resolve itself so that I can move forward in less discomfort.
I'm still a baby at this stuff, but every little bit of practice strengthens those networks, so that it will be easier next time.
Every time I reach for the comfort of my phone or a package of crackers or sweets, I strengthen that pathway instead.
Trying to make better choices, one choice at a time.
It's haaaaaaaaaard, but that means I'm learning.
I just started this book Born to Flourish and it's already helping me think about how to stay balanced when life throws crap my way. I am not even going to go into all the crap I stepped in, or life served to me on a platter made of computer screens, last night and this morning, but it is a combination of financial stress and long term worry and past regrets and it's all bundled up with a bow of profound injustice.
Enough to destabilize the most stable person.
But I'm sinking my feet and my mental health tools as if they were trekking poles down into the wet loose rocky sand and just feeling the icy current tug at my legs and thighs, without toppling over.
One step at a time. I will get through this. Keeping my eye on the light behind the clouds. Keeping in mind everything that is good and right and how fortunate I am to even have these problems, compared to most humans on this planet, in the grand scheme of things.
Stopping and pausing to let the anxiety or dread or depression course through my body is actually really helpful in processing it and letting it resolve itself so that I can move forward in less discomfort.
I'm still a baby at this stuff, but every little bit of practice strengthens those networks, so that it will be easier next time.
Every time I reach for the comfort of my phone or a package of crackers or sweets, I strengthen that pathway instead.
Trying to make better choices, one choice at a time.
It's haaaaaaaaaard, but that means I'm learning.