{"id":18978,"date":"2012-04-08T10:23:41","date_gmt":"2012-04-08T14:23:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/horizonsmagazine.com\/blog\/?p=18978"},"modified":"2012-04-08T12:41:37","modified_gmt":"2012-04-08T16:41:37","slug":"i-forget-i-have-a-choice-and-allow-myself-to-get-frazzled","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/horizonsmagazine.com\/blog\/i-forget-i-have-a-choice-and-allow-myself-to-get-frazzled\/","title":{"rendered":"I forget I have a choice and allow myself to get frazzled"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"My remedy when I’m feeling overwhelmed by people or sounds and other external stimuli is to get alone in the silence and dim light and do some quiet yoga and meditate, allow my feathers several hours to settle back down around me. \u00a0Or I’ll go outside for my evening routine of hand watering the plants and listening to the sounds of the birds and the crickets, \u00a0the wind in the tree tops, watching the squirrels knock pinecones onto the ground, watching the sundown critter walk across the back path, the racoons, armadillos and opossums. That routine is my remedy for coming back to center each evening. \u00a0This remedy is like any other: it works when I work it.<\/p>\n

Yesterday I went strolling down memory lane with my pal Domino<\/a>, watching Youtube videos of 80’s rock ballads and metal bands, none of which I was really into. \u00a0Co-dependent love songs and screaming dudes with makeup and big hair were never my thing. \u00a0I’ll preface by saying we initially went to Youtube as we were in discussion about states of mind during crucial teen years and what our music influences were at the time. \u00a0He’d mention a band or song and if I’d not heard it, we’d find and watch the video.<\/p>\n

You know how that goes on Youtube: one song reminds you of another, and another. \u00a0Domino <\/a>mentioned a few downward spiral times in his life, and the music influences were bummer ballads, some with videos of war torn imagery with crying children. \u00a0So we spent the end of the day doing that and an hour later I wondered why I was frazzled and on edge. \u00a0Clearly, watching the videos did\u00a0not put me in the same vibe as my end of day watering routine does.<\/p>\n

My error was I wasn’t paying attention to my guidance system when I felt the first signs of resistance. \u00a0I basically got wrapped up in the communal thought about what I was watching and I\u00a0forgot I had a choice. \u00a0In my effort to please someone else, I forgot I had a choice in the moment. \u00a0Had I said, “let’s switch to something lighter,” it would have been fine and he’d agree in a heartbeat. \u00a0But in the moment, I forgot that was an option. \u00a0My focus was on giving Domino<\/a>\u00a0as much freedom for his joy as I could in the moment. \u00a0Had it gone on longer, I’d have said something, but I let it go on enough that I allowed resistance to shift my feeling place.<\/p>\n

Sometimes in trying to please others, I forget myself momentarily. \u00a0My bad. Then I remember who I am and why I’m here and get back on track. \u00a0It’s a yoga for sure. \u00a0 That’s why they call it daily practice. \u00a0I’m in charge of whether I allow myself to get frazzled or not. \u00a0I’m in charge of how much resistance I allow into my vibration. \u00a0The power is mine. \u00a0All I have to do is recognize I’ve got the power.<\/p>\n

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