Triggered Today? This Will Help!

{This is a Feel Good Post}

A good girl. Always a good girl. Did as I was told. Lived in a family structure where conditional love was what was known. We all do, really. We all try to find our ways through growing up, being loved, parenting, aging. We all find our way into our own skin. And it’s messy. Prisoners get taken, egos offended.

we get to either be bitter or be honest.

I choose honest. And mostly, honest with myself. What shows up on my outer reality is usually a mirror to the shit storm inside. Because I have dedicated my life to graceful healing, the storms are more subtle and quieter now, but ever so often, a bolt of lightning attacks the calmness of my day, and I get to resent or be present.

I choose present.

I recently heard a friend and mentor talk about how her overwhelm and stress caused her disease to surface. the C word. And how she cured herself by getting honest, taking care of herself and working smart. She’s smart. very smart. Her name is Karen Curry. Check her out.

Most people do not take this kind of ownership of their health, life, or the inner storms that awaken by being alive. Most of us hide, blame, or run the other way.

what if we faced the storm?

What if we faced it with what felt like the most honest attitude in the moment? Sometimes, it is defiant. Sometimes, it is with humily. And sometimes, it is unknowningyl, but facing it nonetheless.

What if everything that happened to us, was the sweet whispers or screams (in the case of rampant storms!) of our soul inviting us into great inner growth?

What if everything on the outside exists to point us in the direction of what is inside, and what lies there to acknowledge, accept, love, heal, and make whole?

Not to beat ourselves up and self blame, but to gently and compassionately turn towards our sweet self and be honest & present.

Recently I had been feeling utterly disrespected. Yes, yes, I have pre-teen children, who defy what is acceptable behavior towards another human being. But I will save my parenting woes and lessons for another time.

I was feeling disrespected.

I was feeling like more than just one person in my life were overlooking my wisdom, my mission, and at the core, me. It is easy to make the list of offenses and make it all about the others. I find that an ineffective and petty strategy to live by. So, I turned inward.

I will be honest with you and tell you, I do not know where this lack of respect comes from. I guess I could point the fingers at my parents, but again, not so effective, and I would feel like I would be digging to find a reason. Maybe it is something I was born with. Maybe I am here to command respect from a place of owning it inside me. Maybe it is my life focus, for a bit, or for a long time.

Where it comes from, is less important, than my willingness to own what it is I vow to create in my life. Becoming aware is surely the first step.

To be respected. The beginning of an inside job. Now.