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When you just want to stay in bed forever and not face anything ever

When you just want to stay in bed forever and not face anything ever

Today I just wanted to stay in bed forever and not face anything ever. But I had clients, so I had to wake up and face the music.

I’ve been having the recurring feeling lately that I want to run away from my life, live in a small shack near the beach with no one anywhere and just sleep for a thousand days, with some unknown source funding me, and no responsibilities or stresses at all.

I’m not even sleep deprived, it’s not sleep I need, it’s a metaphorical cave to hide when I’m feeling overwhelmed and trapped.

I always thought that when I had built an awesome life where I could work for myself, had an awesome partner and a great place to live with lovely friends that I would stop feeling these

bouts of hide-from-the-worldness.

But to my surprise, my ideal life, which I now appear to be living, has not made those days disappear.

They’ve followed me through my bloody good life.

Instead of my old woes about lack of freedom or purpose, I now feel trapped by the responsibility that comes with being a business owner and with having clients and a team of freelancers and a very public blog – you can’t just disappear when you want to, you can’t call in sick for a week just because you feel shitty, because everything will grind to a halt and the FB algy will say see ya later, and then you won’t have any moneys to pay your growing team of freelancers and it will all be over, Rover.

I find myself wondering – is living my purpose really worth the periodic overwhelm and too-much-responsibility-panic? Some days I think YES I wouldn’t want to do anything else. Some days I think NO, get all this responsibility the fuck away from me.

Most days I think, Andrea, stop being a selfish eejit, most people would kill for a sense of purpose and the freedom that you have, quit your whinging. But the guilt just adds itself to the pile.

quit your whinging. But the guilt just adds itself to the pile.

But the guilt just adds itself to the pile.

External circumstances don’t control whether your mind is in tantrum mode or not.

They don’t give you free reign on positive emotions nor everlasting motivation and inspiration.

And today, despite knowing everything I probably need to do to pull myself out of this mental mess, I chose tantrum instead. I lay on my bed and cried pointlessly for a bit. Then I called my friend and had a tantrum into his iPhone.

All the while I’m not working; continuing my unproductive, demotivated streak from last week, all the while feeling guilty about it.

And all the while I know that I know the answer. He knows the answer.

But I just want the smug little answer to fuck off and stop getting in the way of my tantrum.

Because life isn’t always about having the answer. It isn’t about having all the ducks in rows and chocolates in boxes or whatever.

Our logical mind would love to think that if we just did X + Y then we’d get Z = MC squared = a bloody good life, but Stephen Hawking knows that shit is more complicated than that.

So sometimes, we just have to have a tantrum, get all emotional, have a meltdown.

And then, when the dust starts to settle and we’ve eaten all the toast and all the cheese in the house and started on Bloody Good Chap’s salami, we realise that it’s probably a good time to get outside for a walk.

Only after that does the tantrum start to fade into the distance and look like a toothpaste spec on the mirror of our sometimes messy,

sometimes shiny life.

Gidday, I'm Andrea

I'm a mindfulness advisor and former cynical pessimist.

I used to be an awkward, pessimistic, mediocrely happy overachiever.

Life looked good on the outside, but on the inside things were average.

I was indecisive, I didn't know what to do with my life, I self-sabotaged the hell out of my relationships.

I had a feeling I was going to keep f-ing things up for myself unless something radical changed.

The life handbrake-turn that followed over the next few years came as the result of learning what I now teach in Bloody Good Life 101. Just practical, relatable techniques without any rainbow and butterfly jibber jabber.

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