Sometimes, I ‘m a sucker.Empaths life

Like an sucker mouth catfish, I suck up the energy of the stuff around me.

Maybe it’s part of being an artist, or maybe it’s part of being a human…but, I don’t particularly like it. Especially when it’s not good stuff…it…well, sucks.

Let’s assume, for the sake of conversation, we’re all this way. There are benefits and perils of being spongy.

Sucking up laughter is good.

Soaking in beauty leads to inspiration, which leads to art.

Drinking in love is magical – a bliss beyond compare.


When people around us are angry, worried, sick or depressed, that empathetic existence is a BIG FAT BUMMER

“It’s easier to set boundaries that deal with offending behaviours than boundaries that deal with negative energy.” (click to Tweet)

sponge lifeSometimes, we find ourselves living in tandem with those close to us. For example, I remember when my son was an infant. I’d wake about 2 minutes before him…intuitively knowing he’d be ready for a feeding. That was a sweet kind of spongy feeling. When he had trouble focusing in school, I’d find myself with similar issues in my own life – even when they were out of character for me. That feeling wasn’t nearly as sweet. It was like I was carrying his burden.

It isn’t beneficial, assuming other people’s trials in an effort to offer them help. Potentially, it can take down TWO people, one of them being the person who could actually do the helping!

While writing this post, I’m began looking for suggestions for us to manage our spongy reactions to the world around us and I realized, it’s the trait of those who are empathic and/or clairsentient. Because I’m an extrovert, I’ve never considered myself an empath. – then, I found this. There’s mounting evidence I have an “issue.” I’m a Reiki practitioner and certified coach. My blog is written in a self-help style. I think I may have fallen into something…the sea, perhaps?

Life’s circumstances and the current state of our nation can contribute to all of us being a little spongy, sucky or salty, I think. It wouldn’t hurt any of us to hit the re-set button and clear the heavy, clingy energy. Balance is always a place where we can breathe…and we definitely breathe better on solid ground.

If you have information to share, or questions to ask, or comments to make, let’s explore more below.

Meanwhile, I’ll be coming up for air,




Michelle Andres is a writer and artist who is flawed, yet living a good life. She falls on the sword for her readers Writer, Artist, Coachevery Friday. Follow at the link on the sidebar. 
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