Oh how you vex me....

The other F word.

Frustrated. Frustrating.

And no, I am not talking about “oh how you vex me,” kind of frustrated.

The feeling you get, when you keep showing up, trying to do your best and most of the time taking on a heavy load.

For me being frustrated is kind of like poking the bear, at the time you feel you have the feeling under control and then it is one too many pokes later and you are roaring in the kitchen sink.

Just because we carry the load doesn’t mean it isn’t heavy.

And when it becomes too heavy, we drop the bear bundle, and we are a mess.

There is nothing wrong with mess, hell I encourage us all to be a hot mess from time to time, because when the situation calls for it, being emotional is to be human.

Woman will never be cool as a cucumber when we are told to “calm down.”

I asked my friend why women find themselves frustrated ? She said because “we think differently and are thinking of multiple people at once”.

And it is true, it is not so much the voices in our head, it is the people we are thinking about, that cause us chaos.

As women we take on so much of other people’s stresses, personalities, thoughts, ideas and let’s face it other people’s frustrations, that we find ourselves in a fog.  That is the thing about frustrations you find it everywhere, it can linger like mold.

So how do we stop being frustrated, taking on other people’s expectations or perhaps picking up the slack when others can’t be bothered to help carry the load?

That is the million-dollar question I am still trying to figure out.

But when I do I smell a book deal and perhaps a podcast with Brene Brown.

But until that day, it is having a moment of being a hot mess, exhaust the frustration from my body, in any form that feels necessary at the time. Today it was being passive aggressive as I washed the lunchboxes at 8.30pm.

Other days I might stomp it out on the pavement or at the gym… a more health option.

That is the beauty of the F word, it finds us when we are least expecting it, it is there to teach us, even when we don’t want the lesson.

It is there to reminds us, to use our voice, clear the path and acknowledge that not all loads are for us to carry.

Big Love,

Fallon xoxo