I think I've posted some of this before. I forget tbh
But I was cleaning things up and found some of the things a few people/clients have given me. Like crochet scrunchies in my favourite colours. Adorable.
A pen given by one of the directors of the where I used to train at. An elderly woman who shared her past experience as a client there and how she came to be a director there. A lot of trauma. Then gave me this to use for my first ever session. The sweetest.
This one touched me the most. A poem written for me that I'm gonna keep forever. Her words? Her drawing? Still gets me in my feels.
The timing of coming across it again. I was actually at the cafe she mentioned she visits every Saturday the other day. It's very close to where I live. I obviously didn't tell her that but I'm reminded of her whenever I'm around there.
Next year I'm gonna dedicate more with my time and I know exactly where. There's no point sitting on the side lines being angry at the world. Not that I'm entirely letting go of the anger. Just gonna do more with it.
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Ive kind of learnt that anger is a step towards 'rising above'.
Its not that you grow beyond it, but more or less stand on it to get a better view.
Its useful, its fire, its energy. But you use that with clarity.
All so easy to say. Much harder to do. Sometimes it takes a trial to mess up before you can reflect on better choices.
But seeing the choices is half the battle yeah?
I look back on the anger in my life - and i kinda wish id just walked away from it. I mean ...i did in the end. But so much energy can be thrown to the wind when youre in anger. Its wasted.
Im really enjoying your view on stuff. Your journey. It reminds me of things i need to hold close.
...and how fresh the world can be when one breaths.
