I seem to have hit a wall. Maybe even 2 walls. As I pondered the characteristics of these walls, I wondered about the origin of that idiom. I learned that hitting a brick wall and hitting a wall are both used, but there is an historical difference. Hitting a brick wall appeared in the language several centuries ago. Essentially, it meant literally coming up against a brick wall and unable to go further. Full stop. Hitting a wall referred to athletes who might run out of steam and temporarily hit a wall , then would gather a second wind and continue their run . As is the way with most things, people have used whichever phrase suits them in the moment.
I am going with just hitting a wall, or two. No brick here. The 2 walls may actually be one wall with variations on a theme. However poetic I may wax on this wall, the bottom line is I am stuck. The 2 areas of stickiness are a dearth of both creativity and human connection. Sound familiar?. The question becomes how to get that second wind.
Here's my remedy. The first thing was not to get down on myself. When we find ourselves going through rough patches, we need to exercise self compassion. We are experiencing a moment of suffering which is a part of life. Suffering is part of our humanity. We need to be kind to ourselves in these moments and treat ourselves as we would a dear friend or loved one.
When we give ourselves the compassion we need, it is like taking a big breath with a big exhale. We are more likely to relax and accept those moments. Acceptance will help us to evolve through the rough spot and gain that second wind.
Back to the first person. The next piece is what would I do with my second wind. The thing I decided not to do was make myself nutty with all the options that were opening up before me. I wrote down a few ideas, put them in a container and selected one. Whether I liked my selection or not was irrelevant. The point was to make a choice and get started. The easiest and quickest way to complete something, whatever it may be, is to just begin.
That’s what I did. As for the wall? Well, it came tumbling down. I didn’t even have to blow a trumpet to make it happen.
We don’t come up against these walls just so we have something to bang our heads against. They are more existential in nature. They actually illuminate our challenges, our dreams, our hopes. We are presented with choices and opportunities for how we want to show up in our lives going forward. there is always another side to the story. So maybe these walls are gifts rather than mere frustrations. What do you think?
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