When I launched my plan to shift my schedule I knew the muscles in my face might prove to be a hindrance, but hoped it might not get that bad again. The last few weeks have been back to high levels of activity, interfering with sleep, etc.
The good news is I’m still getting up and going to sleep quite a bit earlier than before, but instead of progressing further toward the goal, it’s instead moved a little in the other direction. And I’ve just been stupefied with fatigue a lot of the time.
This spell has coincided with a time when those who observe energy patterns have been saying we’re undergoing a big shift and a lot of releasing. Yup. I think I could vouch for that.
Along with the yanking, sleep problems and energy shifting there’s irritability, particularly around politics. Some of that is probably part of the general energy, some to do with the energy shift, and, frankly, when I’m constantly badly sleep deprived I’m just cranky.
But I’m also noticing. Wondering if there’s a deeper issue unfolding with the muscles. I know in general the muscle patterns in my face have been connected to anger, whether mine or ancestral or past life and sometimes I just don’t know exactly what the underlying story was. Or maybe there’s something to explore.
The other thing I began to note as irritability grew, is how long it’s been since I did the lovingkindness chant, singing chants for heart, love, etc. I instituted long ago. It wasn’t really purposeful, I just got into doing Steve Nobel’s meditations after about a year of chanting and gradually shifted to doing those exclusively.
As soon as I noted it, it was also clear those practices helped keep me centered and calm in the midst of the chaos swirling around me. And the longing to do them again arose with those thoughts. Did the lovingkindness chant yesterday and felt the shift.
All in all, these recent weeks have felt like a disruption of the path to a new and better schedule but I remind myself every day I’ve managed to hold onto most of the shift already made. Weeks like these last few had much to do with the crazy late sleeping and waking times I’d become accustomed to keeping and it seems like a victory just to have held it at bay.
Of course the price of holding to it has meant even less sleep, so life feels pretty disrupted anyway. The other cool piece is the muscles squeezing my left eye have loosened enough that vision is noticeably improved. Quite a journey.