I’ve recently learned some hard life lessons. As many of you know, I profess to be ‘fearless’ and generally speaking I am. Sometimes, too much so for my own good. However, what I’ve learned lately is when I really, really, really, I mean totally and completely would almost rather die first; don’t want to do something, I process the “I don’t want to do this” as an irrational anxiety.
I’m not saying I’m afraid to do it, I’m not, but I dread it so much I allow myself to become anxious and uncomfortable. Which from my rational perspective, is just plain dumb. So, I’ve had to fall back on my “I can do anything, I’m strong, fearless and totally capable of handling this…whatever”, I just have to suck it up and do it.
Which, ha, ha, is not as easy to do as it is to say. I started to write here that I had to “swallow a lot of…” but no words came to me. I’m not really swallowing anything, I’m not giving up anything or even truly doing anything different other than…change my perspective. And as the old saying goes, ‘change your mind (perspective) and your life will follow.”
So, tomorrow I think I’ll spend some time with the Spirits on my patio (William and I spent several hours today landscaping our front yard-I’ll post pictures in a week or so when we’re completely finished) comforting myself that while I may have to do things I don’t want to do, they need done anyway, the Universe obviously thinks I’m the person to get these things done and after all…I’m strong, fearless and totally capable.