Escape is the way
When you want real change
Hello, sweet pea 💗
Let’s talk about what to do when you’re in shit-storm. When things get messy, complicated, painful. And you’re feeling anxious, stressed, worried about your future.
Escape.
Yes, escape.
Why escape is the way
Let’s get nerdy for a second.
Escape comes from “es” an old verb meaning to “exit” or throw off and the old word for “cape” (cappa) meaning a heavy cloak or confinement. Escape means getting out of confinement.
Escape is breaking free.
» Escape is your real path to liberation 💗
And that means identifying — and letting go of — whatever is holding you back, dragging you down. It’s freeing yourself from that cappa-cape-confinement-thing that’s yucking your yum, nibbling at your ankles in the dark of night, welling up as bubbles of uncertainty, spreading like waves of nauseous dread into your day, planting seeds of confusion and chaos.
It’s dealing with those icky signs that something is off, not pretending like it’s business as usual.
“T’is but a flesh wound!”???
Sweet pea 💗 you know it’s more than a flesh wound.
And, I’m sorry to say it for reals: the way forward is escape. Break free. Grab the gift in the shit storm. Let go of that old cappa.
Your choice — with a dash of courage.
Courage
Fortunately, you’ve got courage in spades. You didn’t earn the early-bird-catches-the worm award by shirking hard work or turning around when things got gnarly.
Courage is in your DNA.
You wake up while others sleep. You write lists. You wrestle your kids to brush their back teeth. You slay expectations. You don’t sleep until you’ve wiped down the kitchen counters and checked on breakfast for the morrow.
Escape? Yeah, you’ve got that.
More soon, sweet pea 💗
Anne
Real liberation comes not from glossing over or repressing painful states of feeling, but only from experiencing them to the full.
— Carl Jung
****Octopods are ingenious escape artists. Some are even famous for their get-aways.
Inky, an octopus in New Zealand, fled the confines of a national aquarium, slithering eight feet across an aquatic prison floor and then sliding another 160 feet down a drainpipe and into the waiting embrace of the open sea. Inky, free at last!
Anne Alexander = escapee
A mentor once described me as a “woman of depth” and I think that’s accurate. I love diving deep and sharing treasure. And, TBH, that “depth” is also a merit badge earned by escaping my own ugly life shift-storms.
Author of two New York Times bestsellers, Editor of Prevention (twice), Editorial Director of National Geographic, Content Director for Mindful
Single-mother of three beloveds 💗💗💗 who are now adulting-ish
Interfaith minister - open, curious, with respect for all
Traveler - always and everywhere
