What We're Really Avoiding

A Whispers from my Wild Soul Post

We talk a lot about distraction.

Scrolling, noise, errands, obligations.

The endless movement.

The “I’m just too busy to sit still” loop we all know too well.

But I’ve realized something deeper—something I’ve felt in myself and seen in almost everyone I know:

We’re not just avoiding stillness.

We’re avoiding what stillness shows us.

Because when the noise fades, here’s what starts to rise—not clarity, but a swarm of habits, obligations, purchases, and performances we’ve used to keep the silence at bay:

• Making the to-do list. If only you could get organized, you'd be less of a mess.

• Pouring yourself into your work.

• Saying yes to everything.

• Managing everyone else’s problems while putting off dealing with your own.

• Obsessing about the cleanliness or lack thereof of the house.

• The never-ending errands.

• Reorganizing the drawer, the closet, the fridge to declutter, again.

• Signing up for the thing (that, if we're honest, is going to sit in your inbox untouched possibly forever, but it made you feel good buying it).

• Creating the "perfect" aesthetic.

• Curating your life meticulously into something others would consider beautiful.

• Fixating on the next improvement - home, body, self.

• Helping, helping, helping. Anyone need any help?

• Letting your kids sign up for all of it.

• Then, driving them from place to place to place.

• Scrolling social media. Where else will you find that perfect aesthetic?

• Attending every event.

• Making sure you're always out and about. Concerts. Dinners. Performances. YOLO, am I right?

• Exercising to the point of obsession.

• Having a drink to take the edge off. You've earned it, right?

• Shopping. Shopping. And more shopping. They make it so easy these days, don't they...online, on social media, stored payment methods, with a click of a button.

• Buying all the things for the new phase, the new habit, the new identity. You know the one...the one that is going to make all the difference.

• Stocking up on tools and gear for the version of yourself you hope will stick.

• Planning the next thing. And the next. And the next.

• Doing everything—except sitting with yourself.

  
  

You might not have realized it until now.

But all of that?

It’s distraction.

It’s not wrong. It’s not bad. It’s just protective.

Because when you finally sit in the silence, things rise.

The things you don’t want to deal with.

The choices you don’t want to face.

The truths you don’t want to name.

The aching knowing that something isn’t working.

So you distract yourself.

And when the list of distractions becomes too overwhelming to manage—what do you do?

You reach for another distraction.

You scroll.

You numb.

You avoid the pile of distractions by distracting yourself from it.

And eventually, that pile becomes your life.

The running. The noise. The guilt. The pressure.

And you can't see the forest for the trees—because the only thing in your line of vision is the pile of distractions you're trying to survive.

But here's the truth:

That pile doesn’t need to be rearranged.

It needs to be stepped away from.

Because what’s waiting on the other side of it is not failure.

It’s not laziness.

It’s you—the you who’s been buried underneath all of it.

Wild Soul Cue:

What truth have you been distracting yourself from—because you're afraid of what it might ask you to change?

If this stirred something in you...

There’s a reason.

You’re not broken. You’re just buried.

And if you’re ready to stop spinning in distractions and finally listen for what’s real—

I’m here for that work.

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Whispers from My Wild Soul

A blog series of soul remembering, healing, and transformation

These are the quiet truths that rise up when we slow down.

Reflections from the threshold of midlife, where the old stories begin to fall away and the wild soul stirs awake.

Here, I write from the heart—about crone wisdom, spiritual awakening, and the rituals that root me to the Earth and to myself.

These whispers are an invitation to return home to your own wise, wild soul.