The Strange Problem of Feeling Okay

I have been trying to figure out what to write about this week, and the funny thing is, I think part of the problem is that I am not in pain.

That sounds dramatic, and maybe a little ridiculous, but it is true.

A lot of my writing comes from some painful feeling or difficult emotion that I am trying to understand. Anger. Grief. Confusion. Fear. That uncomfortable place where I do not fully know what I am feeling yet, but I know I need to sit with it long enough to find the words.

That has always been one of the ways I make sense of myself.

But this week, I am not really in that place.

I do not mean everything is perfect. It is not. I am still tired. My body is still trying to figure itself out. My brain is still doing its weird little obstacle course most days. But I do feel a shift.

And I have been asking myself a different question.

How do I write when I am not feeling pain or anger or grief or urgency?

How do I find inspiration when I am actually feeling a little lighter?

I think sometimes we get used to our own patterns, even when they are not the healthiest ones. I know I can get used to writing from the hard place. I can get used to creating from the ache. I can get used to waiting until something hurts before I decide it is worth exploring.

But maybe there is something to learn from feeling okay too.

The first part of this shift started last week when I asked for help.

I put a post out into the world saying, in my own way, that I was not doing very well and I needed some strength. That was not easy for me. I am not someone who naturally walks around asking people for things. Most of the time, I act like I do not need anything from anybody.

That is not because I am actually that independent.

It is armor.

It is one of those things I have carried around for a long time because it made me feel safer. If I do not need anything, no one can disappoint me. If I do not ask, no one can say no. If I hold it all myself, I can at least pretend I am in control.

Very healthy. Ten out of ten, Amanda.

But in all seriousness, asking for help removed that armor immediately.

Even if no one had responded, I think it still would have mattered because I had finally said the truth out loud. I had named where I was. I had stopped pretending I could just quietly muscle my way through it and reappear when I felt more presentable.

And people did respond.

I got messages and comments and encouragement from my community. People reached out with kindness, with humor, with prayers, with simple reminders that they were there.

I know social media gets a bad rap. Most of the time, it earns it. But in this case, it became the channel through which I was able to receive support.

That was beautiful to me.

I also realized that asking for help put me in a position to receive help. That might be the bigger lesson for me.

Because when you are armored up, support can be all around you and still not get in. People can offer kindness, and you can deflect it. People can care, and you can minimize it. People can show up, and you can still convince yourself you are alone because you never actually opened the door.

Last week, I opened the door.

And that support started to compound.

It did not magically fix everything. It did not turn me into a new person. But it made me feel like trying.

That was enough.

Over the weekend, I got outside. I moved my body. I got sunshine. I got into the woods. I did the kind of hikes where once you are home, you question even your need to walk to the bathroom from the living room because you want to save your strength for emergencies only.

And somehow, even though my body was sore, my mind felt better.

That part is not new for me. I have always known that being outside helps me. I knew it as a kid before I had words for it.

I grew up on a dairy farm, and we were outside a lot. Sometimes because we wanted to be, and sometimes because my mother had four kids and needed us out of the house until a certain time.

I also remember going outside on my own.

In the summer evenings, I would walk out back through the fields because I wanted to see the deer. I remember looking at the trees and the plants and the berries I knew not to eat because I had been told they were poisonous. I remember coming out of the woods into the big field and looking for the tan bodies of deer near dusk.

I did not have a phone. I did not have a camera. I did not need to prove anything.

I just went looking.

There was something important about that. The curiosity. The quiet. The independence. The feeling of noticing something and carrying it home with me.

I think I needed to get back to that.

My body needed fresh air, my mind needed space, and my spirit needed something other than the inside of my own head.

Then Tuesday came, and I sat down with Sean Doll on North of Normal.

Sean brought a very different energy into the studio.

There was so much laughter in that episode. I have had laughter in other episodes, of course, but this one felt different. It was lighter. Faster. More playful. Sean has this way of bringing humor into almost everything, and it made the whole conversation feel alive.

Not every episode needs to be like that. I would not want that. Every person brings their own energy to the show, and I want there to be space for all of it.

Some guests bring stillness.

Some bring tenderness.

Some bring history.

Some bring grief.

Sean brought laughter.

And I needed that too.

He told stories about Yellowstone, fly fishing, teaching, skiing, traveling, and apparently trying very hard to turn my interview into an interview of me. He was the first guest who basically tried to wrap up the show himself, which I have to respect. Bold move.

What stayed with me was not just what we talked about. It was how the conversation felt.

It felt fun.

It felt energizing.

It felt like one of those moments where you realize that joy does not have to be shallow. Laughter does not mean the conversation lacks depth. Sometimes laughter is the thing that makes the depth easier to reach.

After the last couple of months, that mattered.

I have been caught in a habit of labeling entire days as bad. If the morning was hard, the day was bad. If the day was bad, the week was bad. If enough bad days piled up, my brain started acting like that meant my life was bad.

That is a dangerous story to keep repeating.

I am realizing I need to be more careful with the labels I use in my life.

A hard day is not always a bad day.

A tired day is not always a wasted day.

A quiet season is not always a stuck season.

And a lighter day is not something to distrust just because it feels unfamiliar.

Maybe that is what this week is teaching me.

I do not only have to make space for the hard things. I need to make space for the good things too. The support. The sunshine. The hikes. The laughter. The conversations that leave me feeling better than when I walked in.

I need to let those things count.

I think this is how momentum builds.

Not all at once. Everything is not suddenly fixed. I didn't wake up one morning and become a completely new person who drinks enough water and responds to every email on time.

Momentum starts with asking for help.

Then receiving it.

Then feeling like trying.

Then getting outside.

Then laughing in the studio with Sean.

Then carrying that energy into the next day, and hopefully the next.

That is the part I do not want to miss.

For a long time, I think I have understood how pain can move me. Pain can push me to write. Pain can push me to reflect. Pain can push me to change.

Maybe momentum can move me too.

Maybe feeling a little better is not a break from the story.

Maybe it is part of the story.

Maybe I can write from that place too.

-Amanda

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