Wound care. Applying a cool compress to difficult conversations.

Heal your wounds.
These are words that the man said.
How?
Have those difficult conversations.

When we have relationships that are strained due to a verbal injury there are times we think if we just treat it like the old adage "starve a cold, feed a fever" or is it the other way around...that it will heal itself.
Just as we all questioned that old wives tale if we follow that advice we will be left with questions. Did I do enough? Or too little? But they didn't text first. Will we ever talk again? How awkward will that meeting be? What if I run into them at Kroger? I'll just switch which Kroger I shop at. What?!
It becomes too petty.

If we truly want happiness. Peace. Then we have to have those conversations.
Nurse Nan(cy) prescribes biting the bullet.
Over the last five years I have become pretty adept at this process.
I offer a few pointers. 

• Don't rush the process. Take the time to think, pray, meditate about how these conversations could go. Maybe this is psyching yourself up? Or mindfulness? Or hating the dentist but knowing you have to go and face the fear. 
• Write down important points you want to make. Sit with that for a few days. As you continue to pray, meditate, think, walk...more points might come to mind...or some might fall off the list. Similar to the referral list for a new doctor. 
• If you have several people to talk to regarding one topic consider the order of who and why. You wouldn't tell the town gossip about your elective cosmetic surgery before you tell your kids. 
• Easier said than done...don't get defensive. Your purpose here is to heal a wound so you can have happiness and peace. Whether that means with that person in your life at the end of the talk, or not. If you become defensive you are back at the first point. Reschedule surgery. 

With a healthy conversation we can let go of the pain to a friendship, injury to an ego, or surgically remove the cyst that is reeking havoc on our entire system. 

UnHumpty Dumpty-fying Myself.

Lately I have felt like my life has been cluttered. Not just my rooms, cupboards, drawers, closets, the back seat of the car, but even my mind, body, and heart. I've struggled with what was causing this discomfort. My youngest starting his senior year? Lack of exercise (I know that one is an obvious, yes!). Was it heading into Fall? Or that all this "stuff" was going to cause a fall?
Something lurking around the corner. It might be the king's gardener trying to find who was mushing up the plantings trying to climb up on the wall everyday.
When I get these scrambled feelings it usually means I'm trying to process an emotion.
Or.
A change is about to occur.

Recently I was referred to the book The Top Five Regrets of the Dying by Bronnie Ware.

I reflected on these statements in relation to my current life. Overall, I believe in the past five years I have made headway in all five. I'm feeling pretty good about myself.

Then this statement of UnHumpty Dumpty-fying. Well, that's embarrassing!
I have egg shells scattered in several places.
Some are still at work.
A few are struggling with honest emotions.
Then there are a couple over there that are dragging some along to happiness.

How did I get here? How did I feel so confident up on my wall and then realize I am splattered all over the garden?
Dear friend. It was my time on Facebook.
Whether it was mindlessly scrolling through posts, or following articles then linking to the next, and the next, and the next, or making my own posts to ensure that you, my dear reader, knew I was happy...I was wasting my time...when I could be working on other things to improve my life... to produce a happy outcome.

I find I don't get as emotionally connected or affected by my time on Instagram, Pinterest or Tumblr. I can easily turn them off.
But Facebook?
Not the same. Similar to the delivery of my middle child when they gave me Demerol for pain. Three minutes or three hours could have gone by...I had no concept of time.

So, how do I get myself all Mother Goosey Dumptyfied?
I share my Facebook Fast.
Right now it's time to focus on me. That involves;
-My relationship with the King. My daily readings. How do I make changes in my routine and my interactions. Because his horses and men can't do the work. I have to walk around and pick up my pieces.
-Community Service. Helping out in the kingdom. Where? How? When? Why? I know I want to do this as an individual, also with Mr. Z. Yet do I really have the time to give to two different places? Or should I give extra at one agency? All questions I need to figure out and I can't do while looking at meme's.
-Cultivating the friendships that are truly important to me. I need to schedule the time with Handy Pandy, Jack Sprat, and Georgy Porgy or else I'll be stuck like The Girl In The Lane.  
-Fall has often been the time my exercise has increased and improved. Therefore, walking will become a regular replacement after work, instead of scrolling through the Facebook feed. This can only strengthen cracks and clear the scrambled mind.

You may randomly see a post through my blog or Instagram or Mr. Z. I hope you enjoy the brief Sunny Side Up view.
Be safe. Speak kindly to one another. Dance.
For now, I'm setting the egg timer for hard boil.