"Optimist: Someone who figures that taking a step backward after taking a step forward is not a disaster, it's more like a cha-cha."
Sometimes all you need is a little perspective.
Perspective…directive...if you will.
I know this is a common theme-thread throughout my blog, but it begs repeating - even if only for my own benefit.
I just wish perspective was the thing that consistently kept depression and anxiety at bay.
But perspective is just that. How any ONE person sees and feels life. It's not right or wrong.
It just IS.
It can offer solace in some ways - more in the form of gratitude for the things I have in life. So many different things. But it takes more work when you're fighting this battle. And it is a battle - it's just MY battle. It's not the battle of someone suffering with ALS or cancer. But it is still a battle.
Perspective does help. I do think of those suffering from some crazy life situations and wonder how I can feel so sad sometimes.
Guilt seeps in.
But sometimes it can kick your ass a little if you get it at the right time. Some motivation to do something you know in your gut will be good for you.
Because you can.
|A little on the cheesy image side.|
The girl, running towards the light.
But I rather enjoy a nice cheese.
Because there are options. Not magic potions. But options for positive and healthy change.
I kind of feel like a broken record here as I stumble very ungracefully through this. Is there any other way to do it?
If so…call me.
A mixture of medication, therapy, support from my loved ones and that inner push that comes with moments of perspective are all part of the process. That perspective forces you to ask the questions "What in my life is not working anymore? What needs to change?"
It's a culling of all aspects of life. Re-evaluation. A time for thought - too much thought for my liking - but eventually epiphanies arise. Those are the moments to grab on to. To carry you. To even propel you in some cases.
The quote at the beginning of this post. It spoke to me. I saw a photo of it online on some outdoor chalkboard from some restaurant or bar.
It really is all a dance, this life.
Sometimes the dance is fun. Sometimes it's messy and probably resembles and cha-cha or some pretty deep interpretive shit but it's a dance never the less.
|This is a photo depicting an interpretive dance called "Human Sushi" apparently.|
It's fucking creepy as shit.
And I've always love to dance.
So with perspective, gratitude and perseverance I will continue dancing.
Until I'm having a lot more fun again.