I think reading old journals last Monday was too much subliminal stirring of my unconscious the day before the workweek. Maybe I can just edit on Monday, but there is still potential for triggers. It’s an interesting balance when my work is integrated with personal growth.
I feel like I’m hiding my personal thoughts in plain sight, where no one will think to look.
I don’t want to get bogged down reading old journals. It seemed to set me on an indefinable emotional edge yesterday. Even though I tapped through whatever came up, maybe the reading stirs up stuff that stays subliminal. I had feelings through the day that seemed to come up for no reason. I just tapped on what I felt even though I didn’t know why or what the trigger was.
...we are emotionally conditioned to automatically feel certain ways about everything in this world. We think it is real, we think this mind/body is who we are, but it is not. It’s only a temporary journey on this planet and then we will be off to other worlds of experience.
It has been three years in the making and I knew it was time. Once it was public, even though I did not promote it on any social media, I spent half an hour tapping and clearing away some big emotional triggers.
I am not responsible for what anyone else feels, thinks or does. I don’t have that kind of power. I am here to BE Grace, share my experience, strength and hope holistically with the world. I can no longer keep my light under a shroud of silent darkness.
Giving up was a consideration. I was ready to throw in the towel. What was I thinking to go public with this?
I talked about Alaska in a dreamy, romantic tone of voice as if I was absolutely head-over-heals in love with a man. Well the truth is, I do love Alaska as much as any person.