30 Sec's on....
So there I was driving along, flicking through radio stations.
Now this is a bit odd for a couple of reasons:
a) I find listening to people on the radio super annoying, so very rarely listen to the radio and
b) refer to a.
But anyway, I couldn't find any music that was getting my happy on and instead found myself listening to a conversation happening on air, and it went like this...
When does you stop, and you start?
I went to change stations and then went, What?
And then I started listening.
And the conversation was all about, When does issues like Aspergers or Autism or negative issues from your past stop being an excuse? When do you stop blaming and start owning, your choices?
Ooooohhhhh, great question 99!
And then the guys started waffling on a bit, I got bored and changed stations. But I haven't been able to stop thinking about this, because in this age of, It's not my fault... this thinking of owning your choices, is an ocean breeze in the Sahara Desert.
In fact, let's give this, It's not my fault... game a bit of a go.
When you are complaining about your boss or co-workers because they're being a gigantic pain in the a** and don't get me wrong, I totally agree with you, I want you to go, Where do I start? Where is my me?
Then try this in the relationship you're in.
Or the guy you're dating (read into that shagging).
This is going to be quite challenging to start with though. Or to continue with. But I want you to really try. I know that for me I rarely get into situations which I don't like anymore because now I actively try and only hang round with people who I find stimulating and fun. And on the rare occasion that I feel confined or conflicted, the only question I ask myself is, Why?
No, not Why is this happening to me? but rather, Why am I feeling so confined or conflicted? What boundaries are being stepped on? Why is my me not feeling safe?
Sometimes these questions are easy to answer, The guy's being a w*nker because powerful woman are scary. Other times the answer is harder, I feel confined because the me I know and love, has to be smaller to fit in here.
Those days that I don't fit in are very rare though.
Not because I'm smarter, thinner, blonder, younger or richer than you.
It's because my me starts when I open my eyes in the morning, and snuggles in and recharges when I go to bed, to wake up refreshed with the sunrise. My me doesn't come in stages anymore.
My me stands up and is counted.
Wishing you much love and abundance and a truly courageous heart.
T and Spirit