{"id":1009,"date":"2020-07-24T22:32:34","date_gmt":"2020-07-24T22:32:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/?p=1009"},"modified":"2020-08-01T14:00:52","modified_gmt":"2020-08-01T14:00:52","slug":"time-for-a-rain-room-chat","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/2020\/07\/time-for-a-rain-room-chat\/","title":{"rendered":"Time For A Rain Room Chat"},"content":{"rendered":"<h3><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-1010\" src=\"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/13C4B536-FC73-4242-A5A2-BD1ED9916995-e1595618581464-766x1024.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"766\" height=\"1024\" srcset=\"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/13C4B536-FC73-4242-A5A2-BD1ED9916995-e1595618581464-766x1024.jpeg 766w, https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/13C4B536-FC73-4242-A5A2-BD1ED9916995-e1595618581464-225x300.jpeg 225w, https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/13C4B536-FC73-4242-A5A2-BD1ED9916995-e1595618581464-768x1026.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/13C4B536-FC73-4242-A5A2-BD1ED9916995-e1595618581464.jpeg 958w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 709px) 85vw, (max-width: 909px) 67vw, (max-width: 984px) 61vw, (max-width: 1362px) 45vw, 600px\" \/><\/h3>\n<h3>Thinking Out Loud&#8230;<\/h3>\n<p>Sometimes, you have to say the bad stuff. \u00a0The depressing stuff. \u00a0I hit that point this week.<\/p>\n<p>A growing edginess, slightly short of grumpy, fiercely pressed to smooth out the wrinkles of negative thoughts, finally, finally got to me. \u00a0I know how fortunate I am to be in a safe place and with my life partner and love, Jim. \u00a0But pressing in, intruding, is the passage of time\u2014time out, yes, but time gone by too.<\/p>\n<p>So last night we settled in the rain room, our quiet, peaceful place with comfy chairs, and talked about the stuff we have been tip-toeing around. \u00a0I hadn&#8217;t wanted to bum Jim out when I grieved over our canceled road trips, so I had been dismissing those thoughts when they showed up. \u00a0I hadn\u2019t wanted to admit to the sadness I was feeling over life on hold, so I made myself look \u201con the bright side\u201d until I could not stand it any more.<\/p>\n<p>It reminds me of a thing I often told my students about the effect of repeatedly saying \u201cno\u201d to myself when I was having a bad day in the studio\u2014depression. \u00a0When all my ideas were being shot down by my own inner critic, I taught myself to say \u201cyes\u201d and \u201cyes\u201d to every idea I had. \u00a0It worked me out of the slump every time. \u00a0Yes.<\/p>\n<p>And here I am doing the same sort of thing, different context, yes, but the same negative spiral\u2014telling myself not to feel the way I feel is the same denial, the same, the same, the same. \u00a0And it doesn\u2019t work.<\/p>\n<p>What a relief to know that Jim had been feeling the same way! \u00a0What a relief to admit it to each other, and to stop worrying about worrying\u2014even if it\u2019s just until the next unwelcome thought barges in.<\/p>\n<p>Well, we both felt better, relieved, and encouraged by telling ourselves and each other the truth. \u00a0Simple idea, not always easy to do.<\/p>\n<p>A chat in the rain room helps.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Thinking Out Loud&#8230; Sometimes, you have to say the bad stuff. \u00a0The depressing stuff. \u00a0I hit that point this week. A growing edginess, slightly short of grumpy, fiercely pressed to smooth out the wrinkles of negative thoughts, finally, finally got to me. \u00a0I know how fortunate I am to be in a safe place and &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/2020\/07\/time-for-a-rain-room-chat\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Time For A Rain Room Chat&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1009"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1009"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1009\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1020,"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1009\/revisions\/1020"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1009"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1009"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1009"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}