I don’t have a new post for you this week, but I’m going to link to an important old one and explain why.
The other day, I had what felt like the mother of all anxiety attacks. For almost three hours I was trembling like a leaf, sweating, you name it. It was interesting (in a distressing sort of way) because while I’d certainly had a few personal things going on that merited some stress, I’m not sure they were much worse than what’s par for the course. But apparently that didn’t matter: my brain and my body decided to shut me down. And did they ever.
I’ll be OK, but for two days (so far) in the aftermath I’ve been unable to accomplish anything other than lying about and dozing. And that means that some things I promised to do, didn’t get done. And I didn’t write the blog post I intended to.
Here’s the thing: there’s nothing special about my experience. Everyone has stuff happen from time to time – you just don’t necessarily see it. This happened to me, and my immediate family knows about it (because they were there), but nobody else does. [Well, OK, now you do.]
This reminded me of a post I wrote several years ago, about a modern dance I once saw. And about making allowances, and being kind because you never know the entirety of anyone else’s story.
So here’s that post: On the rush to judgment, and modern dance. Please read it and think about it, because I think it’s important – even when the person you’re tempted to judge isn’t me. Which I hope it usually won’t be.
© Stephen Heard August 2, 2022
Image: © Fergus Sullivan via flickr.com CC BY-NC-ND 2.0