Moulan & Ken shall NEVER uncouple.
Disclaimer: This post was inspired by the blogger: Beginning Anew.
We’ve previously established I’m *all* about this quote:
It just makes sense.
All we can do is what we can do so that’s PRECISELY the action we should take and do (do be do be doooo).
It’s the message behind the hashtag wycwyc.
Wick Wick (as the child and I say it) is now the backdrop to my days.
The perfect way to remind myself more than even being a work in progress—- I am already enough.
One woman, however, appears to believe neither she nor I are enough as we are (unless ‘as we are’ is religiously reading her newsletter & purchasing her overpriced offerings):
G and I have seemingly nothing in common —-methinks she’d be horrified by the self-acceptance #wycwyc encourages—-and I’ll admit I joined the legions who mocked the term she used with regards to her divorce:
It rang pretentious.
It sounded ludicrous.
It sparked my eyes to roll.
I’ll also admit–months later–it occurred to me *uncoupling* may be what I need.
Uncoupling could be a way to become LIFE-unstuck.
I was aware inaction was still making a choice, but decided conscious uncoupling might be an action-filled choice which would better serve me.
(who knew The Schumer was so insightful?)
As a result, I’ve decided to consciously uncouple—#wycwyc-style— from a few things & for the short-term .
- From the word SAD. It has become a mantra of sorts here. A none-too-good law of attraction where I accidentally pray for what I do not want. I’m shifting from the S-word to: I have space in my life for additional HAPPY.
- From Diet Coke. I know—shocking. I’m taking a hiatus from the Mommy Merlot. Not forever, but I need to consciously uncouple as I’ve been repeatedly breaking my own window.
- From living *in* the margins. For a while this felt GREAT because I was thrilled I’d left myself margins. And then it felt not-so-great. It felt like running on fumes versus having a cushion. I’m uncoupling because I’ve learned there’s a difference.
- From being a first responder. I’m a quick response. Email. Text. Facebook. Phone. Everything. I recently gifted myself a day of *not* responding immediately—and it rocked. It felt decadent. I realized when it’s urgent people will say and my true friends are glad to see I’m a little unplugged/MIA.
I’m consciously uncoupling for the summer.
No one is more surprised than I by the fact I’m now drawn to Gwyneth’s words.
For me they create a gentle separation (where returning is an option. we all know I’m not Diet Coke uncoupling forever.) and adjustments may come—but it’s movement.
A conscious choice to move and confront fear.
Will you join me?
- From food stuffs to fitness trends what might YOU consciously uncouple with for the summer?