Saw those green ribbons on the players today, watching the golf. Yeah, the PGA guys. Made me pause the channel for a bit.
It’s funny what gets you thinking. Wasn’t really about the golf, or even the cause they probably trot out. It just yanked me back to a time, maybe five, six years ago? Everything felt like it was coming off the rails.
My Own Rough Patch
Work was a mess. Felt like I was juggling chainsaws, honestly. Dropped one, felt like the whole show was gonna collapse. You try to keep it together, right? Put on a good face for everyone. Like those neat little ribbons, pinned just so. Perfect.
But inside? Man, it was chaos. Felt completely stuck. Didn’t know which way was up.
- Tried talking to a few people. Got a lot of “You should do this” or “Have you tried that?”. Felt like they were reading from a script.
- One afternoon, met up with an old friend. Didn’t plan to unload, but it just spilled out.
- He didn’t say much. Didn’t offer any grand solutions. Just sat there, nursed his coffee, and listened. Really listened.
Went home feeling… weird. Almost annoyed. What help was that? No magic fix? No secret trick?
The Slow Turnaround
But then, things started to shift. Slowly. Not overnight. I started doing tiny things. Like, really small.
Cleaned my workspace. Sounds stupid, I know. But it was cluttered, just like my head. Spent a whole hour just sorting papers, wiping dust. Felt… okay.
Started walking. Just around the block at first. Then longer. Didn’t listen to music, just walked. Paid attention to the sounds, the trees. Dumb stuff, maybe.
The thing is, that talk with my friend? It wasn’t about the lack of advice. It was the listening. Just having someone witness the mess without trying to immediately paint over it. It kinda gave me permission to stop pretending things were fine.
It wasn’t some movie moment where everything clicked. It was just… getting through one day, then the next. Like grinding out a tough par on the course, I suppose. No flash, just getting it done.
So, yeah. Seeing those green ribbons today. It’s a nice symbol. Hope it means genuine support for people going through it. Because the real stuff, the help that actually matters? It’s often quieter than a ribbon. It’s showing up. It’s listening without judgment. That’s the practice that counts, way more than just wearing the right color on the right day.
