Here I go reframing again. It can be a little addicting.
I pulled up the blogs I have been wanting to read.
I opened up all of my Twitter bookmarks I've been wanting to investigate.
I opened up some of my faves on Twitter.
My typical approach has been rolling up my sleeves and diving in. Begin with the end in mind! Figure out how to fix. Study how to improve. Dig deep. Swim hard. Go for the gold!
But there is a problem with diving in. It's called holding your breath. Such an apt metaphor for me. When I am diving in with a driven mind, it can feel anxiety producing. Like holding your breath. What if I don't find what I need? What if I am not enough? What if I can't fix things? Coming from a place of deficiency drives one in a fearful way. Oh, I love diving in and learning and growing and trying. But I would be lying if I didn't acknowledged the feeling I get sometimes of something nipping at my heels.
My behavior will be the same, but my perspective is changing.
I remember one morning I came downstairs and there was a life-sized unicorn pool-floaty thing in my living room. It took up most of the living room and I remember being so delighted by it! My son had blown it up as a birthday surprise for his girlfriend. So as I was thinking about this, an image came to mind. Me on a river with some of my best Twitter buddies, floating along in our choices of life sized pool-floaty things. Bumping into one another occasionally and laughing. Talking. Sharing. Floating along and seeing the sights and soaking up that which is beautiful and meaningful. Capturing images of what we want to remember.
Not diving in and grabbing, but floating along and accepting.