I’m feeling so many things at the moment as my life prepares to shift dramatically again.
I’ve only got 2 weeks left of my maternity leave in Brighton before I go off on an adventure of a lifetime to Asia with my husband and my baby boy. And then after that I’m going to be returning to work full-time and my husband is going to take over the full-time care of my son.
I know these things are right for me – going abroad in search of new experiences as a family is sure to strengthen my family and it fills me with such excitement.
And going back to work and giving my husband time to bond with our son – time I’ve already had – is also so important and right for us as a family.
But I’m still feeling all shook up as the end (or the start of a new beginning) is upon us.
And it would be so easy to push down all the negative feelings with food in this moment, as I have so many times before. The anxiety, the fear, the feeling of wanting to freeze time, the frustration.
But I know that this doesn’t serve me at all.
It just buried the pain deep inside me. A pain I’ll have to feel at one time or another.
So I’m choosing to feel how I feel at 4am as my son plays next to me.
Sadness that our precious time together is coming to an end and that I’ll miss so many ‘firsts’ as I’m back in the office.
Frustration that so much of the next 2 weeks is jam-packed with plans when I just want to be in my baby cocoon and just be with my son.
Anxiety about the unknown – how we’ll cope with a jet-lagged baby (by taking things easy I suppose), whether my husband will cope with the constant haggling we’ll need to do abroad, how our time in Vietnam will work out.
These feelings are sad ones, hard ones, feelings that are due to projecting into the future and thinking ‘what if’ ‘what if’ ‘what if’. So they’re not feelings I can deal with by being proactive.
There are some things I can do –
Reduce the plans in my diary over the next 2 weeks.
Feel the anxiety, frustration and fear – these feelings sit in my stomach and on my chest like a weight.
Acknowledge that this is how I feel. Just getting it out there by sharing what’s going on with you, dear friend, is enough to reduce some of the urge to push down my feelings with food.
So I’ll keep feeling what I’m feeling. It’s the only way of being which doesn’t end with self-destruction.