I’m Struggling To Find a Heartbeat
It’s been almost nine years since I first heard the words “struggling to find a heartbeat”.
It’s been almost nine years since I first heard the words “struggling to find a heartbeat”.
Time is so fluid, so abstract, so ethereal for a child… it’s a beautiful thought, isn’t it? To not feel the pressure of the constant ticking, to not be aware of the sand slipping through the centre of our hourglass of life.
You don’t have to share it. You don’t even have to keep it. Just think it. Write it. Then read it back to yourself.
Some days we need to feel whatever we feel. To face it. To sit down with it and let it speak. To listen to it. To allow it to be.
In my role as a senior leader of a secondary school, in charge of behaviour management, I was expected to be strict and stern. There was one problem with me in this role… I smile. I have weaknesses. I am human.
I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve uttered the words “I’ll get there”.
What you want is not always what you need. There are the things I think I want – things that take the edge off, provide a short-term relief. Then there are those things that I know will help, that nurture my soul and remind me to reset. I thought I’d share my lists with you.
We spend so much of our lives with a weight of responsibility on our shoulders. Play can be an antidote to this exhaustion, this overwhelm, this weight we carry.
Imagine having no social media… nowhere to post, nowhere to scroll, nobody to follow. That was me. For ten years.
My 6-year-old daughter couldn’t get to sleep last night. She said “mummy, I feel sad but I don’t know why”. We talked. My temptation was to tell her not to be sad and list all the reasons to be happy. Instead, we talked about where she felt sad.