ESSAY
Fighting the Flow
Learning how to let go
My daughter got into a fight at school yesterday.
At lunchtime, she was sitting with a boy when three girls started picking on her. According to my middle school-aged child, the teasing was relentless and she couldn’t ignore it anymore. She snapped and lunged at the lead mean girl, claws out. Following the incident, she shut down and was inconsolable.
We had a good talk when I got home from work, which ended in tears and a huge hug. This morning, however, she melted down at the thought of going to school. She claimed to be sick, but I knew better. Her anxiety was eating away at her insides.
She stayed home and so did I. Tomorrow is another day.
“Surrender to what is. Let go of what was. Have faith in what will be.” — Sonia Ricotti
I’ve been in one of those recurring funks regarding my writing. I’m crippled by the weight of imposter syndrome and feeling utterly and completely uninspired. Defeated. Unworthy.
All I’m doing is fighting against myself.
Like a teenage girl protecting herself against the hurtful words of others, I react in one of two ways: I freeze or fly into a self-destructive rage.
