The Pressure We Put on Ourselves:

Is It Worth Our Peace?

Jenny Lane
Catharsis Chronicles

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A page of my sketchbook, an illustration I drew of a purple doorway, the upper half is in wavey blues and greens and yellows, the bottom is shapes of reds, oranges and yellows
“The Door of Now” Art and photo by Author Jenny Lane

The pressure we put on ourselves — as if laying under a door, and allowing our past and future selves the allowance to lay rocks upon the door of our present moment. I’d swear some of us have a compulsion for suffering, the “comfortability” of struggle. The familiar uncomfortable “comfortable.” Instead of the unknown of change and possibility.

To have stress, so there’s some feeling of pressure.

You know, for me, a weighted blanket does so much better than rocks. So why do we hold these rocks? Why do we gather them? Some rocks burning to the touch, some ice cold.

I’m not sure. But why not just place the pretty ones on the windowsill, and watch the light of the Sun dance upon the divine?

Do we think it is a prerequisite to being human? A must of life?
To suffer as hard as we can — to get to where?

This is home right Now. This place is our home! How about we live in peace, in a human heaven here! Instead of waiting to rest in peace “there?”

We can certainly challenge ourselves! Step outside the “comfortable” uncomfortable. Or sit in the uncomfortable, until it becomes more comfortable. Without the piles of rocks, we seemingly love to gather just sitting there upon our…

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Jenny Lane
Catharsis Chronicles

An overthinking human who writes to make room in her mind and peace in our hearts. Art and words are my love letters to the world.