I yelled at my kids this morning. It doesn't really matter why. (If you must know, it involved hungry guinea pigs and an iPod).
My loud monologue went something like, "Why do I always have to yell about this? Why can't you just be responsible? I am tired of not being heard!"
I am sharing my dirty laundry because I found my request uncanny. It dawned on me that when we yell at someone else, we are really yelling at ourselves.
We yell when we are maxed out. (Is that an 80's term?) We yell when we have not paid attention to our bodies, our hearts, or our over-worked minds. We yell when the intensity of our pace overrides our best selves.
Let's not make our inner voice yell. Let's respect the wisdom and guidance it tells us quietly . . . patiently . . . repeatedly . . . hoping that we are in tune enough on any given day to receive the warning, count to 10, and give ourselves a time-out.
Let your time-out be one of compassion and self care. Force yourself to sit on a chair or better yet, lie down. Don't forget to set the timer for as many minutes (okay, how about seconds) as you are old! Think of what you can receive in 43 seconds: a fresh cup of tea, an honest look inward, at least 20 good inhales, a practice apology, a few stretches, a fresh start.