I Long to Stand Naked Under This Full Moon
Do all women feel the weight of the many roles we play?
Today, I am very aware of the full moon. I’ve felt a certain discomfort over the past few days, and a full moon brings the hope of something inside me reaching its zenith — a kind of tipping point before I start this next lunar cycle afresh.
What I’d really like is to be able to press my own reset button, if only I had such a thing. Perhaps I can engage the help of today’s lunar energy to set an intention for something similar?
As I sit quietly contemplating this feeling, I realise that I feel stressed and cluttered up with too much stuff. Like the old bear atop my bookshelf, my stuffing is coming out. I’d rather not have the mess. My mind is multi-tasking on empty, and I smell the acrid scent of my own motor under strain.
Please don’t burn out again.
I realise that I’m comprised of roles — too many roles, and with each part comes an expectation of performance.
I am a mother,
grandmother,
daughter,
sister,
partner,
cat carer,
dog walker,
therapist,
writer, and friend.
I am a laundry sorter,
meal planner,
grocery shopper, and cook,
And right now I don’t feel that I’m performing any of those roles particularly well.
