Waited a few days to post as I ruminated on the weekly talk at the shop. It’s been weird in Boise. Unseasonably warm (November, and it’s been over sixty degrees daily? *not complaining.) People might need cooler weather, though. Everyone needs to wrap themselves in warm blankets and hibernate a bit. They’re all worked up… (I am, too.)
People are angry about politics and world events and who gets to call the shots that affect our lives. Beneath all that is a heavy sadness and an awful lot of loneliness.
The whiplash is creating fatigue. And pain. At the end of the day, this empath is beat. I want to support people, but I find myself searching online for “How do I create better boundaries?” and “How to be an expat in Costa Rica or Portugal…”
It’s making me a hermit outside of work. I glance at social media instead of engaging. That’s a good thing, I guess. Right?
For someone who prides herself on being “there” for people--“there” being the mystical land of Availableatalltimes--I’m struggling with wanting the peace that comes with not being “there.”
Sometimes the people you ask for help need help themselves. Remember that and cut them some slack if they disappear for a bit. Or don’t and call it done. The world is already heavy enough with any extra burdens.
This is why all the great poetry is written during the worst of times, isn’t it?