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Bumps in the road they are guaranteed. No getting around the tough stuff it shows up in every neighborhood in every home in every life. Collective plight or individual, it is what we all go through. Hence the self help books, consolers, therapists, medication, barstools, meditation, meetings, church, all designed to help us to the other side of our crisis, or closer to our soul.
If everything in life were a piece of cake many people would be out of a job, all those loving healers. Skipping though life with candy in one hand and a rainbow in the other, not so fast. Life is more like falling down and getting back up with bloodied knees, a climb, and a journey.
So armed with the knowledge that what “you” are going through has happened before, and “you” are not alone doesn’t always help. I crawl into a fetus type position much like a toddler alone in the world when I get hit hard. It all feels so individual at the time yet it is anything but. I’m no different than anyone else I just experience life from my pair of flip-flops or flannel jammies.
I am a seeker of truth. The books I have read for decades stack a mile high. I dig deep and am very hard on myself, harder than I should be. So when I mess up or something bad happens I am faced with an iota of insight. Self-reflection. I try to avoid what he did to me rather look at why in the hell did I allow that to happen to me? Where was my self-respect, confidence, and truth? These questions will better serve me so when I’m ready to unfurl reaching that point of awareness that life will be ok. I start in on the questions that will foster my healing and better understanding of myself.
So weather I win or I lose may be my perspective anyway. Taking defeat, I must learn, a loss is something we all know it is a matter of turning it into a lesson.
My Mantra: “Seeing the lessons in loss is a win”