Here’s the definition of “high strung”:
Adj. 1. high-strung – being in a tense state
jumpy, nervy, overstrung, restive, uptight, edgy, highly strung, jittery, tense – in or of a state of physical or nervous tension
To me, this was the worst.
I did NOT want to be this “tense, jumpy, uptight woman I thought I was.”
And then….something interesting occurred.
I ADORE the author Richard Bach. His Jonathan Livingston Seagull” is my “bible,” has been for more than 30 years, and I’ve read everything else he’s ever written – Illusions, One, The Bridge Across Forever, the ferret books and the airplane books….
And – what I wanted for myself was the marriage he talks about in One and Bridge Across Forever…the real marriage he had with Leslie Parrish, that he described in his books from the beginning to their soaring, incredibly powerful and intimate moments together – the depths in which they worked together and lived and loved together.
And then they got divorced.
I was broken-hearted. Shocked. As though the framework for my entire personal and spiritual life had cracked.
And, though neither of them said much about it at all, it destroyed his fame, made him suspect among his fans like me, and brought up real stuff.
Like – the descriptions I found of Leslie as “high strung.”
Now – I NEVER, from the books, would have described her that way. She seems forthright, firm, strong, emotionally deep, expressive and responsive.
And – it occurred to me – no matter what Richard thought, or anyone else thought about anything – if Leslie could wear the title “high strung” out in public, even if it wasn’t “true” (whatever that is where a judgment and label is concerned) – so could I.
So – I accepted myself as “high strung” too.
And then I went about breathing into myself, loving myself, forgiving myself – and the tension started to melt.
Once I noticed it, where it was, and how it could be seen and felt as my “vibe” – I didn’t “judge” it, the way I once would have, or got defensive about it, or decide it didn’t exist, or was or wasn’t true – I just loved the part of me that surely WAS tense, perhaps high-strung, and let her be.
Just let her be.
I proudly would have put the name tag on myself of “high-strung” if that’s what someone handed me.
So – now I wear a hundred nametags.
Whatever I once accused myself of and tried to “fix” – I now just “wear.”
And I do what I always do, I breathe and forgive myself for even THINKING there could be something “wrong” or “bad” in whatever nametag I “think” (or someone ELSE thinks) I “wear.”
I love my nametags, and I love YOUR nametags – and if you’d like to FEEL more relaxed, less tense – the way to do that is to notice, breathe, forgive, and move from judgment to curiosity.
Channel that energy that goes into punishing yourself and use it to uplift yourself.
As you uplift yourself, you uplift everyone and everything around you, and love flows in.