Yesterday started at the break of dawn around 6am if not earlier for me. I rushed to shower, I rushed, to get dressed, I rushed to the coffee shop, and I rushed along the highway to get to Spanish class at the University while drinking my hot coffee and not fully enjoying its taste and aroma. I rushed my brain to try and comprehend what was being taught in class. I rushed from the university to the house to unpack my car that was filled with a collaboration of things from the week that was coming to an end. I rushed to clean my room. I rushed to get to my boyfriend’s apartment that was blowing my phone up to find out where my whereabouts where. I rushed to the Laundromat to get two loads of laundry done within 1hr, so I could make it back to the apartment to get dressed for a wedding in less than an hour to only attend the ceremony and not the reception. Then I rush from there to get to a concert and meet of with my boyfriend’s family who had generously blessed us with VIP tickets to the Jazz festival.
Rewinding back to the Laundromat I decided to get some food which involved me rushing from the Laundromat to a fast food joint and back to the Laundromat. Then realizing after I made it back to the Laundromat that I had forgot to get eating utensils for the salad. So I rushed to the nearest gas station and brought a bag of plastic forks. For some odd reason I rushed to down the salad down my throat. Even though I had 30 minutes on the dryer to complete drying the clothes, I downed the salad in less than 10 minutes and decided that the half dried clothes were dry enough since I couldn’t rush the dryer to dry faster.
While rushing from 6am to 1am somewhere in between those times I realized that I had so many suppressed negative emotions that were arising inside of me. These emotions were from things in my past that I assume was packed away but ready to be unpacked and addressed in the midst of busy day filled with rushing. I kept telling myself each time these various emotions started to bubble up that it wasn’t the right time for me to address them, because I needed to focus on the moment of me rushing from one event to the next.
So Sunday morning has arrived, I hear the birds chirping outside along with the sound of raindrops hitting the bamboo sticks outside the kitchen window. Normally it would have been a joy to hear Mother Nature’s music, but instead body ached and my head was like ancient tribal drums.
I had rushed so much yesterday from one thing to the next; I had forgotten to drink a sufficient amount of H2O, but enough of margaritas on the rocks along with lack of sleep and a red bull realizing that my body physically and apparently spiritually cannot handle too much wear and tear. My body and spirit was yelling at me this morning.
I pulled myself out of the bed and immediately downed water, coffee, and more water and some deep breathing, and meditation was just what the spiritual doctor ordered minus the coffee.
The day progresses and the headache is lifting like a morning fog. I’m making a late lunch and those suppressed emotions reminded me while I’m stirring the beans that maybe this was the time for me to address those troubling emotions, and maybe if possible get to the root and do some spiritual cleansing. So I’m logging off and making the time to do some spiritual cleansing. Have a blessed Sunday.
I read in The Book of Manuals by Paulo Coelho
“The busier we are, the more those emotions will accumulate, with the risk that, one day, they will explode. Yes, we have all problems that we need to face, so why not do it now? Stop. Think. Suffer a little. In the end, we might understand who we are, what we are feeling, what we are doing here, in this moment, rather than being ruled by the Diary of Life.”