Diary of an Artist, Inspiration

Five reasons why falling to pieces can be a good thing

November 18, 2014
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I lost my shit this week. A number of times. And last week too, more than once. I am at the end of my rope with living so far away from all my gigs, my band, my friends and family, my yoga sangha, the ocean, my sacred forest, all the things that keep me sane and happy (apart from my mazing man of course – but believe me, I am way too much work for just one mere mortal, this girl is high maintenance).

I’m sick of driving, living out of a car, burning fossil fuels and hurtling my body through time and space to the point of exhaustion. They say it’s the journey not the destination that’s important, well that’s lucky because I seem to be on a never-ending journey with a constantly elongating endpoint. Running to stand still. Remembering that the real journey is within, and the rest is just scenery.

In the last 6 months since moving south and into a serious relationship, my yoga practice has dwindled to nothing, I’ve stopped meditating and journalling, and my eating and exercise regime has taken a huge U-turn. Important to note, I’ve put on weight and felt myself moving towards and old familiar feeling of depression, tearing up easily, feeling futile and missing my magical spark. It’s time to dig deep into my Mary Poppins carpet bag and take a magical carpet ride back to planet Claire.

I’ve kinda always wanted to run, to be super-fit and be able to slaughter any distance with my long lady legs. So last week I started with three runs and this week I’m already up to two on day two. It seems that positive action has a snowball effect, because I’ve found that when I’ve arrived home from a run, I’ve rolled out my yoga mat and started stretching, and then sunk into an effortless meditation. I’ve also started craving healthier foods and skipping meals that my body doesn’t need, rather than using food to fill the void left as my spiritual practices have fallen away. This morning I journaled again after helping get the boys off to school and the man off to work.

Leaving me home alone with a long to-do list that can wait while I do the thing I most want to do: turn off my phone and write this blog. Because that’s what my soul is crying out for. The rest is really just admin. I need to free my mind, and let the rest follow.

So here are my five reasons why falling to pieces can be a good thing:

1. Falling to pieces forces you to let go of anything that is not serving you. In your weakened state, let all the BS roll off you and focus on the things that really matter. Love. Peace. Unity. Survival. Break down and break through the barriers that are standing between you and your true purpose, your true self.

2. Losing your shit forces you to reassess where you are at and make choices that will serve your happiness, even if they are difficult. Treat a life challenge as an invitation to step up, to commit to doing the things that you deeply know will nurture your growth and fulfilment. A glimpse of the dark side is a good reminder to keep moving towards the light.

3. Falling to pieces reminds you to be humble and respect the greater powers that be. We can’t be in control of everything, even our own lives. Life challenges stick God in your face and force you to accept the fact that there is a bigger plan going on beyond yours. Nurture strength of body, mind and spirit to draw upon in the hard times. We might not always get what we want, but I daresay we nearly always get what we need. Practice trust and patience. This doesn’t mean letting go of your dreams and goals, it means putting them out there, doing your best, and letting God/the Universe take care of the rest.

4. Tough times give you fuel to create from a deeper well of experience. Feel the full range of your emotions and harness them into creative power. Turn your anger into music or painting, your feelings of futility into a what-the-hell walk down a random forest path where you might encounter a magical beast or a fortune-telling gypsy; turn your desperation into a daring step towards a daunting dream, your hopelessness into tiny glimmer of beautiful hope. Turn your broken dream into compost and plant a new one in its deeply nourishing soil.

5. Falling to pieces is a good time to reach out for some help. Phone a friend, see a counsellor or healer, get a massage, go to a yoga class, read a helpful blog or book, sign up for a course or pull some angel cards. You’re not alone, we’re all in this crazy circus together. Find your community, let yourself be supported. Be honest, be yourself. You are loved. You are enough. Even in your beat-up, disheveled, allovertheplace all-time low of suckiness, you are still awesome.

Falling to pieces can be a good thing. Hang in there old pal. Sometimes the shit days turn out to be the best ones. Watch out for rainbows and angels in disguise. Thanks to all the good peeps who’ve helped me through this week, and all the weeks. Life is beautiful and reborn in a heartbeat.

 

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3 Comments

  • Reply Sotto November 19, 2014 at 11:17 am

    Hi CC,
    Creative guys need to be propped up, given hope, taken out of the shadows and told to face the sun and I love the way you do that: “Tough times give you fuel to create from a deeper well of experience. Feel the full range of your emotions and harness them into creative power. ”

    My writing deals me so many blows that I wonder why I keep going back for more: “Break down and break through the barriers that are standing between you and your true purpose, your true self.” It works for me so I make my dreams come true. That’s what artists do.

    When I write well, I transcend the me that wanted out: ” Treat a life challenge as an invitation to step up, to commit to doing the things that you deeply know will nurture your growth and fulfilment.”

    Your blog reminds me: “You’re not alone, we’re all in this crazy circus together.” I’m no circus master, I’m not even a clown, but I’m in the Circus and that’s what matters to me.

    Above all: “Practice trust and patience.” Believe me, you can’t write a novel, an anthology of poems, a play or a musical without “trust and patience”. I keep those crutches nearby whenever I work and just knowing I have them is enough to get me through every step I take.

    So I find myself walking your path because I am an artist and it is ‘the artist’s way’; to soldier on when you “fall to pieces” ; ‘the darker the night, the closer the dawn’.

    Cheers dears…Sotto x

  • Reply Michelle pittard January 23, 2016 at 9:26 pm

    Whoa I really really needed that talking to!
    When you reach the bottom, the only way is up.
    Letting go of control and being truthful about what I need is key to the rebuilding of my whole being!
    The dark night has been to long!
    The light is drawing near.
    If we didn’t have shadow , we wouldn’t know light.
    Blessed light shine upon me now.???

    • Reply Claire Cottone January 23, 2016 at 10:28 pm

      Yeah sister!!! Step step, left right, into the light beautiful light worker you are… Can contain more light for having been carved out by the darkness. See you soon fiery goddess xoxoxo

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