Sadness, You Can Sit Here
Sundays are often a day to relax. To unwind. To run errands and just be.
This Sunday, as I was home for most of the day, a blanketing of sadness came over me.
It was there for a good part of the day. Mostly an underlying murmur, but seemed to become a bit stronger as the day went on.
Part of me wanted to cry. Part of me felt overwhelmed. Part of me wanted to go into my thinking mind, in order to try and make sense of what was happening.
At some point into the evening, I thought to myself:
Sadness, it’s okay you’re here.
It’s not a phrase I’ve said or thought before in relation to a feeling that’s visited many times since moving to NYC almost three years ago.
Wherever that piece of advice came from, it felt light. It felt right. It felt kind, curious, and welcoming. The kind of person I aspire to be each day.
As we barrel toward the heart of the winter months, when Seasonal Affective Disorder seems to cling to our psyche, perhaps this is a mantra to keep in mind.
Welcome the sadness.
Be kind to it.
Set the table for it.
Let it have part of your blanket.
Perhaps sadness is a bit lonely itself.
No one should be alone on a cold, dark winter’s night.
This piece was inspired by an episode of Tara Brach’s podcast, suggested by my friend, Ravi. Give it a listen below.