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The day when fear asked me to look at it

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Had  unexpected discussions today with two people I respect, about fear.

Both conversations were independent of one another.  So I have to consider that the universe put the topic in my path for a reason.

My truth and understanding is that every negative emotion I’ve had has stemmed from fear.  Envy?  Fear I’m not enough.  Anger?  Fear I am not in control.  Hate?  Fear I possess or am capable of possessing a characteristic of the person or thing I’m hating.  (Although, I haven’t ‘hated’ for a very long time.  Hate is such a strong word.)

I experienced something last week that I processed quickly enough so that I didn’t react – instead I responded.  I was able to understand and diffuse a toxic situation.

I shared something personal with someone I trusted.

That person, in turn, shared it with someone else, accompanied by a derogatory comment … but accidentally sent it to me.

I addressed the issue immediately.  I told this person, “I shared that with you in confidence – had I wanted that other person to know, I would have shared it with them.”  Denial followed.  But, when you have proof in black and white – it’s hard to deny.

I was then treated very cooly by that person.

It’s funny isn’t it?  When we’ve harmed another, we tend to treat them as if they were the perpetrator of the wrong doing.  Out of embarrassment?  Guilt?

Okay, maybe not so funny – but it is a common reaction  to getting caught hurting someone.

I sent this person another message – telling them that I understood the temptation to share the information, as obviously I felt the need to share it.  And ‘Let’s start the day over.’

Of course, it took the rest of that day getting the cold/embarrassed shoulder and half of today – but the latter part of the day, their shame must have dissipated and they forgave themselves enough to warm the shoulder back up.

I forgive them.

I shared this story, because I’ve come to understand a lot about others through understanding myself.

As I said to one of the people I discussed ‘Fear’ with today – “I still have fear.  But I no longer sit in it.  I acknowledge it, examine where it’s coming from and address it.”

And I let it go.

I’ve had moments in the past when I’ve been absolutely crippled with fear.  It’s just a most horrible feeling.

Fear of losing someone – fear of financial insecurity – fear of failure.

But I’ve come through those moments.  Everything worked out.  As long as I looked the situation in the eye – searched for the root of it and did the work to the best of my ability to fix what I could.

Sometimes a situation like losing someone, can’t be fixed. But my attitude about it can be.  I have to believe that nothing happens by mistake.

My fear of financial insecurity?  Probably a healthy fear, especially considering that I am not a material girl.

I feared not being able to provide shelter, food and necessities for my son and myself.   Having almost been homeless – counting out change and selling items to pawn shops for gas money in order to job hunt tends to strike some fear into you.

But, we did not find ourselves homeless, or hungry.  I had faith, kept moving forward and I did find a job.

When I realized that job was not going to afford me the ability to meet our needs,  I took a second job.

As for the fear of failure – as long as I’m doing the next right thing – realizing where my shortcomings stem from and making the effort to change them – I cannot fail.

I combat fear with faith.  And I feed my faith with gratitude.

And the more I am grateful – the more peaceful my heart becomes.  The more peaceful my heart becomes, the better I become at loving others.  The better I love others, the quicker I am to understand and forgive them.

And loving others helps me to understand and love myself. I don’t fear that.

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Musings from the laundromat – Unapologetic edition

A friend asked me what was going on and how was I feeling this morning – he said “Your blog post was a big downer …” 

My first reaction to that was that today’s post needed to be a super upbeat, a “I’m SO grateful, joyous” positive post to make up for yesterdays sad one.

But I am not going to do that.

I get tired of apologizing for being human.

I have said before and I’ll say it again, I really don’t tend to edit myself.  Ask me a question, I’ll answer it.  You know where you stand with me.

This bleeds over to my blog.  I keep identities secret, but not my feelings.  And I’m not about to start now.

I received an instant message from a dear friend of mine last night after I published Dirt and destiny, and we typed back and forth and I sat there, on my porch, and I cried.

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It felt SO good and was just what I needed. 

Not maudlin, not sobbing, not gut wrenching ‘why me’ – ‘poor me’ crying … just, cleansing tears. 

Acknowledging that I was sad and scared and unsure.   Letting a long week out onto my cheeks.

She said just the right things.  Things I needed to hear.  That it was okay to want things for myself sometimes too.  To consider myself.  That I deserve to be happy.

I fight this.

I find myself constantly trying to make amends for my past by not allowing the notion that I could deserve to be happy to blossom.

I should clarify – I AM ‘happy’ … we are speaking of ‘happy-ever-after’ happy.

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Once you have come to the above conclusion – once you have found what and who you want, you recognize that there are only so many tomorrows.  And maybe there isn’t even another ‘tomorrow’. 

I’ve also been taught that if there is nothing you can do – do the next right thing.  So, I’ve been to the laundromat, washed the dog – and after this post I’ll clean and find time to rest. 

I’ll read one of the books I’m currently reading and breath. 

I tend to succeed in pushing through tough times.  And when I’m uncertain or worried, I find the light and grow through it. 

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I also have to remember, that my imagination amplifies every situation.  I have to decide how to feel.  And in the end, I always choose happy.

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Embracing fear

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I’m finding my fears are directly proportional to how much I am capable of loving.  The more I grow, spiritually, intellectually, emotionally, the more I fear.  And I wonder how that can be?

I know that the opposite of fear is faith – I know that fear is unhealthy.  I know this, and yet I am scared.

For me, this is also growth.  When for years (other than my son) I didn’t fear losing something, not caring enough to be afraid – this is growth.

Faith I can work on.

The ordinary seems more ordinary to me lately.  All the childhood dreams and hopes I had for myself are keeping me up at night.  I want the fantastic.  The magical.  The fairy tale.

For years I did not believe anymore.  Like  a wide-eyed audience member discovering the secret behind a magicians trick – such disappointment.

The past few years I have been finding my own magic.  Slowly.  And finding myself open to believing again.  Then out of nowhere, as if a reward for opening my eyes, destiny put more in my path.

I think my fear stems from not wanting to suddenly see another trick revealed.

No, I do not want to sit in naivety.  But to have wonderment at what life can bring – to be surprised and to feel anything is again possible – I want more than anything.

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Amends – becoming whole

I am so sorry for the way that I have treated you in the past.

For all the times I put you down … didn’t stand up for you, didn’t have faith in you.

I am sorry that I put you in harms way.

That I didn’t make better choices for you.

For all the emotional, physical and verbal abuse – I hope and I pray  that you can forgive me completely one day.

I feel I’ve earned back some trust – I know that  you feel the amends that I’m making and I will continue to make them.

Because I love you.

I know that you are capable and lovable and imperfectly enough.

I know that – because I’m you.

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Bigger than this

I tossed and turned last night.  I wanted to keep reading a book I was so close to finishing, but it was way past my bedtime.  I begrudgingly shut off the lights and closed my eyes.

Deep in thought, couldn’t get comfortable – dog (of course) was staring at me.  I flopped about like a fish on the deck of a boat.

Then from nowhere (in mid-flop), bigger than my irritation at not finding sleep, a sense of assurance.  A voice.  I was being given answers to questions I wasn’t asking.  I was not being ‘still’ but I was knowing God.

“Yes, there is more than this”  “Look for the bigger picture”  “Find me”. 

There were words and shame on me for paraphrasing whoever was speaking, but … how to explain?  It was more of a feeling than a dialogue, although, there were words.  I’m conveying here the gist of those words.

Almost felt like whatever was ‘talking’ to me was lovingly chuckling.  The way we might as we watch a toddler try to accomplish something the hard way because they don’t know better.  Or because the item is too big for them. 

There were no other prerequisites other than ‘getting’ that there was ‘more’.

PHEW!  Because I am of no particular religion, I consider myself ‘spiritual’.  I believe in a power greater than me and I believe in love.  That’s about all I can swear on my life that I believe to be true for me.  I don’t want to fake a Faith in something so important just because I’m afraid to go to hell.

Now, whether that was God, or some internal, wise facet of myself speaking, (although, I don’t know what the heck she was doing up past our bedtime) it was very clear that I needed to hear that message.

This morning, I was peering into my pantry and my eyes took in the canned goods.  I saw my pantry in a different light.  A dimmer light that I knew not so very long ago.  The thought of being jobless crossed my mind out of the blue and suddenly, the cans didn’t seem like enough.  I was meting out meals in my head. 

On the drive to work, I was taking in the buildings, the cars, an emergency vehicle approached, lights flashing and sirens screaming – another voice. “This is not what it’s all about’.

Another assurance there’s more.  This time here – important and valuable, but a place we’re passing through to get to another destination none the less.

Why these thoughts??

Either I’m losing that final marble or …

I know I have an overactive imagination (or do I? ‘ Who’s to say?).  I had a vision as I started my drive to work this morning of being very sick.  Alone. Nic a young adult and I was dying.  Going to work anyway.

I wasn’t in a somber mood – no idea why such a morbid thought would play itself out in my head.

The other night had my mind playing out my death-bed scene.  Nic asks if I’m afraid to die.  I tell him no. “I’m not afraid to die, I’m afraid I’m going to miss you!”

And that’s it in a nut shell for me.  The good times here are SO good.  I am SO glad I was born.  I love the colours, the sounds, the creatures, the smells, the endless things to discover and I love dreaming and loving and laughing.

And there’s something bigger than THIS?  I’m in.