It’s twelve days into the new year, and my resolution to love people better so far has been a big fat flop.
From the outside, I am almost certain my relationships still look like giant, frozen popsicle-trees on the landscape of my life.
Bizarre and unmoving.
And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t know how my insides get so taut, how I turn into a rubber band drawn all the way out until I run out of stretch.
There are several nuances, but generally, it’s always a combination of poor self-care and unmet expectations. Lack of sleep is also a factor. Always.
I know what causes it, how to prevent it and even how to fix it, and yet, here I am again. All wound up, locked down, and iced over.
But on the inside, I am feeling the thaw.