A New Year is upon us. It’s a time to welcome new energy and take some time for self-reflection. What does the New Year mean for you? Here are some questions you could ask yourself to help set your intentions for 2019….
There's so much confusion around anger. Is it justified? It is unjustified? Do I have the right to be angry? What does this say about me as a person - especially if I'm a spiritual person? And even if I can admit I have it, what am I supposed to do with it?
So .... we try to ignore it, or suppress it, or refuse to acknowledge it at all (and we don't even do this consciously).
Actually, anger is a normal emotion that everyone experiences….
Do you find decision making difficult?
Do you find yourself saying, “But what do you think?” over and over?
Do you assume someone else in your life will have a better or more knowledgeable answer?
It's easy to lose confidence in our ability to decide things about our own lives and to relegate decision making to someone else. This could be because we've lost self-confidence, we've lost the ability to trust our intuition, we've had one or more bad experiences in making a decision and having it turn out badly, or any number of other reasons we've stopped trusting ourselves…..
If you follow me on social media, you might know I've had some questions lately about my participation. My recent post came from a presence perspective. After I dropped my phone in the toilet, I noticed how different I felt. How much more present and how much less anxious. But there’s something else.
Yesterday, I wore pleather. Oddly enough, it caused me to think a lot about women and how we interact with one another.
My first pair of pleather pants? University. Very shiny. I still have those pants. They'll never fit me again (and that's cool), but they stay in the Halloween box. Because those pants were fun.
They also seemed to bring judgment. Generally from other women. Actually, always from other women. But only the ones I didn't know.
I'm a recovering perfectionist. When I look back at my journey, I notice how many disguises my perfectionism has taken. Another weight loss plan, another exercise regime, another facial care trial, another degree, another course, another bit of research, more self-improvement, another look at what I've written, a few more edits... Even my spirituality became a quest for perfection (enlightenment).
What I eventually figured out is that the point of this life wasn't to attain perfection after all. Instead, it is to come to terms with my whole messy, chaotic, socially "unacceptable" self.