Camels and Come Aparts…

Sweetie asked me the other day…if I’d ever heard of someone having a come apart…I laughed…refrained from rolling my eyes…and said…yes…in fact I’ve had quit a few of them in my lifetime…

My come aparts usually occurred…just as that final straw was placed on the camel’s back…and…suddenly…all the things that I’ve been harboring for weeks…months…years…came spewing out of my mouth…somewhat akin to shaking a 2-liter before you open it…and…the results were just as messy and sticky…

Bertha…reminds me…always honoring and speaking my truth…is the prevention for come aparts…

When I’m consistently speaking my truth in love and compassion in the moment…then…I’m not harboring anger and resentment…the camel isn’t being loaded…the 2-liter isn’t being shaken…

Jane