Saturday, September 10, 2011

I died this week I died this week. Well, part of me did. And because part of me died to my old self, part of my new self had room to show up and get acquainted. That new self is the one we put into existence by sending out requests to the universe for something different than what has our attention at the moment. Lots of attention. Negative attention. The kind that we are trained to think will somehow result in a solution, but never does. We vividly imagine the horrific more than we do the pleasant. We ardently focus on what we don't want simply from decades of habit. We sincerely believe in our limitations. And we enthusiastically argue for them any chance we get. Until we don't. I started out this week arguing (half-heartedly--I already knew the jig was up) for mine. And it felt like crap. And hanging on to the limitations I was arguing for felt like crap. I was stuck in the "Uncomfortable is the new comfortable" stage of enlightenment. The one where a new level of understanding is about to slide into place. And we go kicking and screaming every step of the way (or not). Fear, doubt, anxiety--all of them bubbled to the surface. And then yowzah showed up. What was on the other side of all that angst was amazingness. Of course. I knew that, on some level. But it had been awhile since I'd dived that deep into completely new, core-bound territory. I had to drop stories about myself I'd been telling for decades. Damn it! But now, I have this entirely new playground available to me. New ideas, new people, new circumstances, new fun. I highly recommend taking the plunge. If you need help, let me know.

Deb Schanilec

Connected and Committed relationship transformation strategist.

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