Don't Cry over spilled milk ...
Bull sh*t! Shed those tears, friend! Let them flow!
In my support of normalizing mental health priorities—and we all know how much I love prioritizing —this week, I was forced to put my mental stability first...
And I slept.
Also, I read.
And journaled.
And cried.
I also asked for help.
I said yes to pickle ball and walks.
I loved myself in all the ways I knew how.
And tried to hate myself less.
The things we tell ourselves—those things that hurt and don't help—are loud, annoying, and hurtful messages. I honestly believe that they are your heart reaching out for love. The kind of love you can only get from yourself.
As I create, expand, start working with new coaches, and learn new skills because I have committed to my passion and want to lean into my zone of genius, I am reminded (not always but sometimes with an bigger upheaval than I care to feel) that I need to listen to my heart too.
My mind tricks me into thinking it wants to expand and goes into doing and fixing (distracting mode), and my heart is screaming, "I have answers too."
Only my experiences tell me that my heart's answers feel too vulnerable, and I am really afraid they are going to hurt. I tell myself, "It's better to fail small."
So I stay small.
What happens is that you are left trying to prove yourself—
overcompensating for your small, safe actions. Your skills, talents, and passions are being underused, and you are left with a sense of incompleteness. This is your heart saying, "I need you."
You might have heard that you are the first person to hear everything you say—even the things you hold back from saying out loud. It's facts! For too long, I held on to the story that what others had to say was more important, and so seeking external validation became a priority and an indicator of success.
And it proved fun and exciting but not sustainable. It motivated me, but only to a certain degree. Eventually, I felt left behind, unheard, and unchecked. More false beliefs and stories started evolving unconsciously.
Stories of unworthiness and failure.
Then it happens—you (meaning me too) reach the brink of an explosion. Your heart can't take it anymore. One simple thing happens, like a glass of spilled milk, and boom—you explode. You hear, "Don't cry over spilled milk!" It's not about the milk. It's about everything the milk represents.
The shattering of the glass, the thing that holds the milk, broken into tiny little sharp pieces of pain. The milk spills everywhere. It's lost. The effort to pour the milk into the perfect glass wasn’t hard, but it complemented the energy and time it took to create a great breakfast, setting the scene, and anticipating the simple joyful moments spent with loved ones before everyone rushes out of the house to live their day. And then, one seemingly innocent accident becomes the avalanche of everything that feels ruined.
This reaction is okay; in fact, it is beautiful. It is your heart crying out, asking you to love yourself...
💙 more.
💜 in moments like this.
💛 and first.
It's not about the milk. It’s the reaction that happens after such a simple, harmless accident. The explosion of blame, frustration, and shame. This happened to me this week. A simple little thing broke open the explosion of emotions.
I already had the drama story locked and loaded for when it happened. The funny thing is that it perfectly played out in my head just as I thought, just as I was worried about it. I was told maybe it's Mercury retrograde or hormones. Maybe.
But in being completely honest, it's not any of these—it’s my heart needing me to pay attention to her, and there’s only one way to integrate it.
Stop and listen to her.
Give her the energy you are giving everything else.
Give her the love and attention you crave from everyone else.
Prioritize her, Jenn. She needs you most.
And you need her more.
She wants to create with you, uninterrupted. She wants to tell a different story. One that doesn't explode with a waterfall of emotions when the milk is spilled. One where you take risks and her passion gets to shine.
She wants to write a new story with you. « Join me for a free workshop at the end of the month!
ThrivON!
Creatively Yours, Jenn
