Confusion.
Stillness.
Soon it would end.
And I’d still be frozen,
Unaware of my inner flame,
My power that was always mine.
I would regain clarity, love.
I would see what truly was mine.
In friendship and support
to be believed
to be known
to be loved, loving and lovable.
Even afterwards.
No longer like a stone,
Immoveable.
Now I move mountains
With my words, with my voice.
With my whole body
I embrace.
Those old wounds
A distant memory.
I find compassion for her
And the woman I am today.
Tag: compassion
How to be a superhero when there are slipups
I started working at Bess Eaton when I was 17. I’ve been an avid coffee connoisseur ever since. As my husband can attest, I make the best coffee at home. I always make us coffee before we leave for work. And we try to make it a point to sit down and drink a cup of coffee together on the weekends.
Ever since I started working full-time, I’ve been introduced to the Keurig. Its immediate caffeine injection was all too alluring. I soon added a mid-morning coffee and a mocha for the afternoon. Coffee buzz, crash, coffee buzz, crash. I wanted to stop this daily grind but didn’t know how to start. The smell of fresh coffee wafted through the office. I was hooked. And I hated the energy dip. I craved a constant energy flux instead.
So on Monday, I started drinking tea in the morning instead of coffee. “Positive Energy” by Yogi Tea. It has a nice sound to it and contains less caffeine, so I can start to wean myself. I also have been on a green smoothie kick. Yesterday’s smoothie was “Move it” by Kris Carr from Crazy Sexy Juice: Cherries, blueberries, banana, cinnamon, almond butter, almond milk, and spinach. That was my mid-morning coffee replacer. And I had green tea in the afternoon. I felt great. No energy crash here.
Then today at work the desire for a Keurig coffee was overwhelming. I brought my favorite Califa almond milk with me and stashed a K-cup in my purse. And I brewed that sucker. I used a different Keurig machine than I’m used to, and the coffee was too watery and not as tasty as I would have liked. So I listened to my body. Did I really want to drink this? Now? I did drink half of it and immediately felt the caffeine course through my veins. I dumped out the rest because I was craving my smoothie. I wanted to taste the wholesome thick texture of fruits and greens.
I am compassionate toward myself. I’m not angry or belittling my slipup back to coffee land. I know that lasting change is a process. The first step is always motivation. Boy, do I want to stop the energy rollercoaster pronto. Second, I’m gentle with myself. I know slipups happen. I know from firsthand. I didn’t become a vegan and change my dietary preferences overnight. It was gradual, and having a vegan husband at home to help keep me on track. Three, I’m paying attention to how I feel. How does a particular food make me feel? Does it taste good? Do I feel lethargic and heavy, or do I feel energized and light?
How will I be a superhero when there are slipups?
I have a plan in mind for when the desire for coffee starts to set in. If I have coffee because I pulled an all-nighter with the kids or I want to enjoy that cup of coffee with my husband, I want it to be 100% decaf. And at work, luckily I haven’t found a decaf Keurig blend that meets my standards. I will keep trying new smoothie recipes to have variety in my mid-morning beverage of choice.
I’ll stick with my “Positive Energy” and green tea for now and see what happens.