Roar? No. Just hear me.
Sometimes, I have a mighty roar, and other times, like now, my roar is dormant. It’s not dead, but I can scarcely meow at this moment, let alone voice an empowered, roar.
This will pass, it always does but only with practice.
I am writing this blog post on my phone. My computer died last night and unlike the charming, “mostly dead,” of The Princess Bride, or my sleeping roar, I’m pretty sure my computer is totally dead.
My girls and I live pretty lean, but I will need to buy a computer. Shit happens. It sucks, but it isn’t war, poverty or abuse. Things can always be worse.
And speaking of worse,
I have been painfully triggered lately, so much of my time is spent practicing mindfulness and other estimable actions that help keep me centered.
So, I am posting this truth, to state in a public way, that sometimes, difficult personal histories come up, and can even frighten us,
BUT,
the roar… our roar… the one that isn’t really about anger, but packs a loving punch of empowerment, returns with the practice of estimable action.
Be your own advocate. Ask for help from people who are safe, and practice your ass off. It works. I am a living testament that it works and being external facing about it has no shame attached to it, period.
And now, I feel a “meow” coming on and when it’s ready, my roar will reappear.
Yours will too.
In the meantime, if you have to negotiate a terrific price on a new computer, and your empowered roar is still snoozing, ask for help from one of your safe people. Pick the best negotiator.
WE are not alone and roar or not, I hear you. I always will.
I love you.
Thank you. I’m at the point where I was starting to lose the “fight” in me. Overwhelmed with my boys and wife’s chores (let’s call her domestically challenged, for lack of a better term) I feel refreshed now. Meow!