avoidance (rant, ramble, or something)
That may work for Pooh and the rest of his compadres in the Hundred Acre Wood, but I highly discourage that attitude. Lately it has seemed to be cool to give zero fucks about things, and maybe for silly things that is okay. Girl, I guess. I know a major blocker of progress for me is not allowing myself or others talk about the real. Like getting all the way to the marrow and gristle of a situation.
Too often I am Pooh skipping away seeming not to have a care, but actually dying on the inside. But all Pooh had to worry about was a few bees and maybe the occasional Heffalump. When I skip away there is a big wide world waiting for me to deal with.
Sometimes you have to make things simple and plain: no matter how hard it seems, try your best to talk about or listen to what is going on with you, it will make all the difference. I know it’s not easy. Sometimes avoidance seems like the easy way out. Trust me, I know, but talk about it anyway. You are worth it. You really are.