The Weight of Impulse

 

The Weight of Impulse

 


Social media is a wild place of imagination.  It allows the mind to run amuck.  Our true essence is  often revealed and engaged.  Emotions go uncheck and unfiltered.  Truth be told, it can be a dangerous place.

This month is June, and I made a post on my social media page to honor Pride Month. I am a human, and an ally.  That day, a realtor( that I don’t do business with) woke up and chose violence with his unethical comments to my professional solicitation post.   There are so many levels and reasons that this is disturbing.

Ordinarily, I wouldn’t have responded, and would have deleted and taken a break from the individual.  However, in one slow motion moment of clarity, I thought, I should address it.

Ironically my impulse defaulted back to my  inner child underneath a church pew, so I typed a prayer of favor, acceptance, and love over this “bless your heart soul.”

This is the baseline work of social justice.  Not a platform, or a protest.  An impulsive response.  It goes to the core of who we are and what we believe.  As I pondered why I chose to acknowledge and address this, I had to re-evaluate what I do believe and why.  I had to prioritize my humanity and my feelings both aligned and sometimes opposed to  my beliefs. At the beginning and the end of the ordeal, I was just wishing that someone would stand up for me, and stand with me.

The rest of the day emotionally drained me.  It was not his comments, or their impact on my personal clients, or the innocent good folks in the community.  I was triggered by the need to respond.  I NEEDED to respond. It felt impulsive.  It was strange.  It was strange because I am triggered in my personal and professional life DAILY, but have been trained and disciplined to NOT respond.  Years of suppressing responses is draining and damaging.

There are those impulsive thoughts that live in our head only.  While they are still destructive, they have controlled damage.  We all have them.  When we allow impulsive thoughts to grow roots and live rent free in our mind, they are no longer an impulse, and they are main programming that controls our vibe/frequency, and decision making.

I was proud that on this day. I didn’t ignore the inner child, and I allowed her to speak in a weighted moment of impulse.  I advocated for her, and for the many who need an ally.  I find myself thinking and talking about advocacy all the time now.  Advocating for me.  Advocating for others.  It feels good.  It feels transformative, like kinetic energy.

The effects of impulsiveness comes with GRAVITY. All of our Impulses occur at a fork in the road, and down the line, there are consequences.  Some good and others not so much.  Whatever the consequence of this day’s events, I’m grateful for the emotional validity the experience provided to me, and the light shined in the world. All by saying, “Bless Your Heart.”

When have you impulsively responded, and have you ever been proud of it?

Abundance Always  

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