This post is two days late.
I have no real reason why besides a two year old temper tantrum of “I don't wanna!”
This past week has been the longest
year
of my life.
I have discovered that if this season of my life were a recipe it would consist of:
I sat there in my feelings and on the surface level examination was like “I don’t know why I am feeling this way.” Then I dug deeper. Of course I know why I am feeling this way. Maybe just maybe it is because:
You’re feeling overwhelmed Morgan.
That overwhelm manifests in me, as it does in so many others, as shutting down. I literally go inside of my mind. My body is there but my mind is everywhere but. I am so deep into my mind that it took me having that “AHA” moment to realize:
Holy sh*t you are on autopilot.
That's a sad realization. Life is passing you by because you are so focused on making it to the finish line that you aren't actually
living
it. These past ten months have been insanely difficult and although people will say they “realize that”, I truly don't think that they
do.
I have been told by so many people “this is what you signed up for.” I don't know if that is someone's attempt at “making my situation better” which you can’t, trying to silence how I feel, being unsure of what to say, or any combination of other factors.
So through these interactions and so many others (not just during this time in my life but throughout it) I have been taught to shut down, to not talk about how I am feeling, and to put my nose down and “get to work” essentially.
Hence:
Auto-f*cking-pilot
So welcome to the blog post where I tell you how I have been feeling and how I am addressing it.
Because let's be honest, I don’t want to feel this way anymore.
Who would?
I started by telling people. Not everyone, but my husband and therapist and my core people. Why you might ask? When Noah built the Ark, he couldn’t let everyone on or it would sink. Our mind is the same way. We don’t need everyone and their mothers' opinions on our life and what we should be doing, how we should be doing it, and why we should stop swearing so much.
The weight of all those opinions causes your boat to sink.
I started recognizing when the behavior was happening. Why is it that I have the urge to crawl into bed as soon as I get home from work? I know that folding that load of laundry that's been in my dryer for almost a week now would make me feel better than doom scrolling the internet, and yet. Addressing that “I want to eat my weight in ice cream and chicken nuggets on the couch while watching people fall in love in pods” feeling has helped me greatly.
Instead of avoiding the little things that seem so big, I have been doing them.
I started to give myself grace. I am going through a lot and I have handled it like a champ. There is not one person who could tell you I am not. So instead of trying to continue with being perfect at life, I am giving myself grace to feel how I feel and to say no to certain obligations.
If the blog post goes live on Friday instead of Wednesday, who cares? You are your own boss in this girl.
I hope that this post, although written for me, is able to help you.
To my husband, thank you for your sacrifices for our family and for our country. Thank you for being worth the wait, for showing up in all the ways you can, and for loving me through the hard times. I will carry whatever weight you need me to for as long as you need, and I will do it with pride.
To the people who have been with me every step of the way
without faltering, thank you. There are days that I don't know if I could have done it without your support.
To the people who said they would be there for me and never were, thank you. I am grateful you showed yourself the door out of my life so I didn't have to.
It's not like I needed one more thing on my plate.
Love you more,
Morgan
Check this out Corner:
Reflectly: A Journal of Happiness
This is an app that asks you a question a day and allows you to reflect on your mood and the days events. I know that future me will be grateful to be able to look back on the writings of past me.
is the passionate creator and driving force behind The Modest Journal. At 28 years old, she wears many hats as the owner, founder, CEO, and self-described "resident words girl."
For Morgan, words are more than just communication—they are her love language, her means of storytelling, and a source of inspiration for others. Her blog is a testament to her desire to merge her passions into a single creative outlet, aiming to bring joy and provoke thought through her words.
Whether she's impacting, inspiring, or offering a fresh perspective, Morgan hopes her writing resonates deeply with her audience.