Lately, it feels like I am being squeezed. There is so much pressure in the world around me that I feel wrung out. Househunting in Los Angeles is a different animal than it was in San Francisco. There are fewer beauties to choose from, and therefore a greater sense of loss when a magical place is given away, especially when right now I am dying for nothing more than to feel at home.
I often feel lots of pressure as a coach to have it all together. To be in balance and have it all figured out. But I am so far from being at that point. I have moments when I am calm and clear, but there haven't been many of those moments lately. What I am realizing is that my work makes me open to take on huge loads: loss, illness in myself and others, stress, and fear about starting and running a business. If I didn't go through all of this, then I would not be able to relate very well to others in difficulty. I would only be able to give what a friend calls "cardboard answers." I am so grateful that the conversations I have for a living are real and deep and wide. Speaking with clients about their lives and hopes makes it all feel worth it. A client going through a breakup or one who is scared about making enough money- I know how this feels, and I can speak from inside the experience.
It's amazing the gratitude I can fit inside this one body. I have to keep emptying myself out with this squeezed by the world feeling. I need to make room for something more hopeful and grateful. It hit me hard today, while talking to a client. How lucky I feel to have this life, even if it isn't all sorted out yet, and even if I got drunk last night and told the same story several times over. Even if I am far from perfect and much more wobbly than balanced. And even if I still cry these days. A lot.
image: 'empty' by atconc via flickr.