A fight or flight diary.
In the heat of the moment, I admit that while in my body I thought it was the right decision to make. After all in fight or flight, nothing in your body is rational. I have been working on this; it's hard and it's beautiful. It leaves no excuses when things don't feel right on the inside, that's what doing this inner work process is... it's a big step into meeting yourself again and ripping away the layers that don't serve you, wrapping boundaries floor to ceiling and recognizing the things that make your body feel volcanic. Yesterday I walked out of a moving vehicle. More like jumped rather and because I am agile I was able to jog a few steps out of the car, ever so lovingly shut the door and walked to the sidewalk. I was out. My children were in the car, my husband driving. All in disbelief, worry and I'm sure other varying emotions I set off for them (you're welcome). The thought of getting out of the space entered my head and I acted. There was no pr