Struggle and success

Struggle and success

Struggle is not synonymous with success.

We are so conditioned to believe the narrative that in order to be successful we need to have fought and struggled, that success doesn’t come easily.

Does this narrative work for you? If that wasn’t true, what story would you prefer? What if success was available independent of struggle? What if, success could be easy, or hard? What if there was space for a choice?

Question your beliefs. Every time something feels heavy, ask if it’s because of a story you’re telling yourself about what is. Change your story. You don’t need anyone’s permission to empower yourself.

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Perception

Perception

She didn’t believe for a second that life was always going to be easy, but what she had realised, was that, through any pain, there were two opportunities: she could stay bitter and resentful for as long as she needed, and fight the accepting of what is, or, she could grieve her loss, feel her pain, and ask how she could grow from this, and find meaning in the pain for herself.

Because isn’t this what makes the pain so much worse? The senselessness of it? Or the internal conflict that comes from wanting something to be different from that which it is? If we were able to sit with the pain, know it without wishing it was something else, and knowing that it would make sense in the future, and that some growth and meaning would come from it, wouldn’t that make the pain more manageable?
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Photo credit: @loveluella photography

The art of ‘Shoulding’ on yourself

The art of ‘Shoulding’ on yourself

I felt as though I *should* write today, then scolded myself for ‘shoulding’ on myself. So I just begun this whole pain cycle of having a belief contradict what felt in alignment for me (I should be writing but I don’t feel inspired to), then, to add some salt to the little scratch of inner conflict, I decided to beat myself up for it….just to make sure I really opened the wound and kept my belief in separateness good and strong.

We are all the parts. They all make up ‘us’. We encompass everything. The strong and the weak, good and bad. The moment we create a belief around who we should be, or how the world should be, is the moment we reject the other aspects of that continuum, and create inner conflict that shows up as low self esteem, depression, anxiety and self sabotaging behaviours like addiction.

The moment we can identify the pattern, and call it out, is the moment we can choose to stay present: to notice the uncomfortableness of having an ego need go unmet, and choose how to proceed, with consciousness and a respect for our own integrity.

INTRGRITY: “the state of being whole and undivided.” And in working through this conflict, I realise the irony in that I became inspired to write!

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Fitting in

Fitting in

She had spent so long trying to find her place, and figure out ‘where’ she fitted in, before she realised that there was no ‘place’ she fitted into. There wasn’t a particular space that could contain her, because the space was a part of her. She had been looking at it backward the whole time, and thinking there was somewhere she could find ‘out there’ or someone, who would make her feel safe, somewhere she felt safe to be herself, when, in reality, she had to do that for herself.

And so, she asked herself each morning:

What can I do today to bring more peace, and love, into my life, and the lives of those around me?
Do the things have planned bring me closer, or further away from who I want to be, and what I want to do?
How can I embody love, and release the blocks to it’s constant presence in me?

Stories

Stories

She looked back, and looked forward, and realised, once again, that she, and only she, created the narrative of her life.
She could write herself as a victim, a heroine, a lost soul, success, failure, or any other polarity.
She could also reinterpret the past how she chose, and leave the future a blank page. She did not have to be who she wrote herself to be, if she now felt differently.
She could reinvent herself, and rewrite her story as many times as she wanted. All that was required was to challenge the narrative.

What stories are you telling yourself about who you are, what you did, what happened and why? What’s truth, and what’s perception, judgement and interpretation?

Choice

Choice

She had no tolerance for wasting time anymore: not time spent doing things she disliked, not time in places or with people who didn’t inspire her or make her laugh.
She wasn’t judgemental, just discerning. She had learned over the years what she needed, what boosted her soul and helped her contribute the most to the world.

She often felt she didn’t contribute enough, that she could, and should do more, but she remained kind to herself and trusted the journey she was on was hers, and perfect in its evolution.

So she had no problem saying no, or yes, to whatever she did or didn’t need in her life, changing her mind, honouring her heart and doing what she needed to stay true to her soul. This was the way she stayed in integrity. This was her service. This was her Dharma. .
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