I can only speak for myself, but for me, at that moment, there was no other option. There's been so much stress and my nervous system has been so taxed that "faking it" was all I was capable of. A year and a half ago I was "in the flow" (for the most part)... getting out to the studio on a regular basis and tapping into something within myself like I never had before. Or was I tapping into something archetypal? I'm not sure! Either way, I was going somewhere I'd never gone before. It felt great and I was producing work at a level I hadn't previously. Fast forward to NOW... it's a different story. Sitting in the studio cutting out images, I felt like a zombie. I felt like... okay, I'm here where I love to be, ostensibly doing something I love to do, but I feel nothing. I still feel shell-shocked. I think what my friend Jill was saying is that my nervous system was benefiting nonetheless. Meaning, I think, that if I keep showing up and doing those things I love, those calming, nourishing things, I will (theoretically, hopefully) find my way back to finding sustenance from it. My nervous system will no longer be seeking out stress hits because that's all it knows. I'll be... REGULATED 😅.
Curious...how do you know when “fake it til you make it” is the best option?
I can only speak for myself, but for me, at that moment, there was no other option. There's been so much stress and my nervous system has been so taxed that "faking it" was all I was capable of. A year and a half ago I was "in the flow" (for the most part)... getting out to the studio on a regular basis and tapping into something within myself like I never had before. Or was I tapping into something archetypal? I'm not sure! Either way, I was going somewhere I'd never gone before. It felt great and I was producing work at a level I hadn't previously. Fast forward to NOW... it's a different story. Sitting in the studio cutting out images, I felt like a zombie. I felt like... okay, I'm here where I love to be, ostensibly doing something I love to do, but I feel nothing. I still feel shell-shocked. I think what my friend Jill was saying is that my nervous system was benefiting nonetheless. Meaning, I think, that if I keep showing up and doing those things I love, those calming, nourishing things, I will (theoretically, hopefully) find my way back to finding sustenance from it. My nervous system will no longer be seeking out stress hits because that's all it knows. I'll be... REGULATED 😅.
Thank you B.A. I hope you do find your way back. Well, actually, of COURSE you will!
I will take that as a guarantee, and if I don't make it back, I'll blame you. Cool?
COOL