This morning, I am thinking about how different our "down" moments look, or rather the way we all look in our down moments.
Some of us hide, some of us seek company and an ear, some of us eat, some of us can't eat. And then, this: for some of us, the way we show up at these times is somehow sweeter and more attractive (openly upset, vulnerable) than the way others of us may show up (shut down, aggressive).
I don't know that we can choose that "look," that way of responding to our Lizard freaking out or to our heart breaking. I think maybe we just default to our own way of being in the world.
But maybe, we can change the way we react to that "look," when it comes our way. Maybe, just maybe, if we remember to try, we can manage to have as much compassion for someone whose composure is defensive and challenging than to someone who melts in our arms and openly asks for love.
I think I am going to give this a shot.
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