A woman came into my clinic this week and shook me up.
She’d just returned from a two week retreat/course/mini-sabbatical.
It was two weeks of being fed well and looked after while going through some self-discovery process. The kind of thing that makes you look at yourself, the parts you love and the parts you don’t. What’s working and what isn’t in your life. Whether you actually love what you’re doing with your life or not, and what you can do about that.
She looks radiant. She sparkles, for god’s sake. I wish somebody had taken LDL levels and blood pressure and all the rest of it, because she is healthier than she’s been for the seven years I’ve known her.
Which made me think, what are we really doing with our lives?
We work hard, we say, in order to create a life for ourselves and our kids, to create some kind of wellbeing. To create a future. I get that.
But something about it isn’t working.
My clinic, like any other clinic, like walk-in clinics, like hospitals, is filled with people who are there because of stress (psychological, environmental, emotional, physical, post-traumatic, dietary, blah, blah, etc.). Period. It’s the biggest contributor I know to physical pain, degeneration, disease. Stress is the Big Aggravator.
So we “fight” stress. (Which sounds pretty stressful to me.)
When it’s too much we eat like hell, watch reality shows, drink, shop, medicate (lotta mother’s little helpers helping the day go by out there), do whatever it takes to take time out of the whole tornado whenever we can.
Even if we “fight” stress in “healthy” ways – with treadmills, therapists, “coping strategies”, baggies of carrots and celery and low-fat yoghurt – aren’t we still just demented boxers who are working at better technique?
Why not put the gloves down?
I look at my friend’s radiance and genuine wellbeing, and I think, that’s what we need to create a real future for ourselves and our kids.
We need real time in, not anaesthetized time out.
I’d love to hear your thoughts.
Thanks for the conversation,