Your "Lost" Passion Isn't Missing: It's Been Doing Angry Push-Ups in Your Basement
For Everyone Who Feels Dead Inside But Gets Weirdly Emotional About Specific Things
Hey beautiful disaster! 🔥
So you think you’ve lost your passion for life, huh? You’re sitting there like a deflated balloon animal at a kid’s party that went sideways, wondering where all your sparkle went, scrolling through motivational quotes like they’re mood vitamins that expired in 2019 and you’re hoping maybe they still work if you squint hard enough?
Plot twist that’ll reorganize your entire nervous system: Your passion didn’t disappear. It just got a makeover from hell’s personal stylist.
Your life force is still alive in your tissue. It never left. It just changed costumes, went underground, started speaking a language your conscious mind doesn’t recognize. That restlessness in your chest, that heat in your belly that has nowhere to go, that aliveness that keeps knocking on doors you’ve welded shut... that’s not emptiness. That’s fullness with no outlet.
Let me shatter your self-help illusions for a hot second. That rage simmering under your skin like a volcano with commitment issues? That irritation that makes you want to flip tables when someone chirps “How are you?” for the millionth time like they actually want to know? That cynical voice that’s basically your body’s sarcastic twin rolling its eyes at everything “inspiring”?
Congratulations, gorgeous chaos! You’ve just met your passion in its work clothes. And honey, it’s PISSED about the working conditions. 💼
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This essay grew up and moved out. It lives in Fear & Fire: A Somatic Field Guide to Your Sacred Disasters now.
The full text is in print. A book with a spine, a cover, and a body that holds the whole thing.
This is pure genius Dea!
I love your writings.
You bring light-heartedness to the conscious journey...something I feel we all need right now .
This reminded me of a part of me who finally blasted through with her rage a few months ago.
A part I had tried to suppress because she is the opposite of the sweet, good girl I was taught to be.
I call her Rapper Girl because she talks/shouts in a brilliant rap style, with very colourful language!
It came to me to stop and listen to her...truly listen to her and she is brilliant. A real powerful force of energy!
I felt her appreciation as I focussed all my attention on her. Allowed her to quite literally get everything off her chest.
Beautifully, she begin to calm down and I felt the anger subside, because at last she was being truly heard.
I did the exercise you suggested for Throat Chakra rage...I know in this and many other lives, my voice has been suppressed, many of them extreme circumstances (witch trials etc).
It felt so lovely and freeing, being able to calmly speak my anger.
Thank you so much Dee.
You are a blessing to this world.
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This is wonderfully and wildly inspiring, insightful, and helpful!
Thank you so much!🙏