Well — what a week it’s been! Last Wednesday I received the all-clear from my biopsy, and what a massive relief it was”¦ So massive that I hadn’t fully understood how much I had been stressing over the whole episode. Yes, I know, it’s only natural to feel anxious over the potential of discovering a life-threatening illness, but I hadn’t appreciated just how much I’d been holding in, boxing off, pushing away so that I could deal with life on a day-to-day basis.
It took a good couple of days for the good news to sink in, and since then I’ve felt more ”˜alive’ and full of beans than I have done for a long time. It’s only now that I’m feeling lighter and brighter, that I realize just how tense and low I had allowed myself to become. I guess there’s a whole lot of truth in that old sayings “we don’t know what we don’t know” — and let me tell you, now that I do know how much better I’m feeling, I am ready to grasp life with both hands. I’m enjoying a newfound and sense of liberty and excitement, and I notice that I have a huge smile most of the time now — inside and out. I also have a new level of calmness and confidence that I’m not sure I’ve ever experienced before.
Minor Irritations
Funnily enough, I’m also experiencing a number of ”˜hiccups’ that I’m finding quite irritating — businesses closing just when I need to make an appointment, people not returning calls, my car breaking down, electrical equipment playing up. In previous times, I would likely have reacted one of two ways. Either I would have let it wash over me as if nothing had happened, or perhaps I would have scrunched up my face and clenched my teeth — but still not let anything ”˜bad’ escape my lips. Now though, and this last week in particular, I have certainly been expressing my frustrations! I don’t think I’ve ever really done that before — well, certainly not in the way I have been cussing and stamping my feet over recent days. And you know what? It’s actually been feeling pretty darned good!
Previously, you see, I’d learned and believed that the more I chose to focus on something, the more I would bring similar experiences in to my life. The fact is I still believe that to be true. What I believe I hadn’t fully appreciated in the process before though, was that I can still focus on the ”˜good stuff’ while also honoring very real sensations of irritation or frustration. Instead of doing that, however, I’d succeeded in pushing aside anything and everything that I’d deemed remotely ”˜negative’ within my experience, which simply resulted in me ignoring myself. In doing so, I believe I also succeeded in shutting down my own intuition. After all, if I wasn’t respecting the niggling feelings because I’d judged them to be in some way harmful, then surely it stands to reason that I’d been equally incapable of accepting the good emotions as well”¦?
Thoughts Create Experiences
So here’s the irony. Many years ago I studied and worked as a Louise Hay trainer, where the whole ethos is all about loving and accepting ourselves — exactly as we already are. It’s also about the notion that thoughts become things. That changing our thinking radically changes our experiences and, therefore, our lives. That negative or unconstructive thoughts will naturally create negative experiences — right? Yes, all of that makes sense (and I still hold true to that perception of the world) and yet at the same time I was consciously choosing my thoughts, I now believe that I was subconsciously squashing myself. Despite myself, therefore, I had been living against the principal of loving myself — exactly as I already am!
How on earth could I trust my intuition if I couldn’t acknowledge and accept every response and emotion that was true for me? How on earth could I expect myself to know — to truly know — the difference between what was good or bad for me, if I steadfastly ignored the signs to say that something is wrong? Yes, I could (and still can) choose my thoughts and create a more positive reality for myself — but in the process I couldn’t possibly fully know and accept myself within that positive reality.
Bottom line is, I wasn’t trusting myself. At least, that’s the way I see it now.
Now I’m really learning to trust myself — more so than ever before. And for me, that means allowing myself to feel, accept and express all manner of emotions. While I’m sure it may sometimes mean that a few of my responses may appear to be a little heavy handed while I get used to acknowledging the annoyances, I do believe that with practice I’ll find a level ground. And I also believe, that as I continue to recognize these little (or large) frustrations and express them honestly, that I’ll have less and less need for nuisances in my life. By which I mean, that the more I accept these ”˜not so positive’ emotions as they arise — without judgment, labels or blame — then surely the more and more I am trusting and accepting myself?
Surely that therefore means that I can expect — and accept — an even more fulfilling life than I am currently enjoying”¦?
So, I am grateful for all the annoyances that have been showing themselves this week. And, rather than think that perhaps my thinking is somehow flawed for such things to be turning up in my life, I’m choosing instead to know that these are all more opportunities to express myself with more authenticity.
I guess the one thing to be aware of, though, is to make sure I don’t start enjoying showing my fierce or annoyed self too much — otherwise I could turn in to a perpetually grouchy person! Note to self — frowning will create a whole new batch of wrinkles. Much better to just make sure the smiley lines become more deeply engrained 🙂
Ana, blu cheese or ranch on your salad? LOL Sharp cheese maybe?
Oxy,
blu cheese,please.
Skylar, when I was about 4 years old my brother convinced me that white was yellow, and yellow was white. It took a couple of years to undo. WTF?
Hi Kim,
Well, now with so many smart people on LF it’s only a matter of days! Wow…look how far we’ve come.
Best to you.
ps. the bastard.
Kim,
spath bro like mine? I used to save his fingers from walking off a ledge! repeatedly!
Yeah, Sky, maybe. He used to tell me the boogieman was under my bed when I went to bed at night…he’d whisper it in my ear, and then put his finger up to his lips and say, “shhhhhhh,” like it was our little secret, and don’t tell mom.
kim….
In case you wern’t aware…..PINK is the new white!!!! (shit….the things we go through!!!)
Just wanted to pop in tonight and tell ya all……Happy Moon dance…..you’ve been on my mind!!!
XXOO
EB
Well, it was a wonderful moon dance.
The transmission went out on my truck half way to the party! so had to ahve it towed to the transmission shop..but our friend came and got us and drove us back down to the party and we partyed til about ten then they drove us home. It was a good party—the two young men who were party boys, and some of their friends, and even a 2 and a 5 year old that were delightful and so well behaved.
I had taken some bubbles down for everyone to blow and the little kids had a ball blowing bubbles
I went off my sodium free diet for one night and just ate what I wanted!Even had two margaritas. So in spite of the truck breaking down, had a lovely evening.
Oxy ~
With the exception of the truck trouble, sounds like a wonderful time. Happy Birthday to your son.
We all must go off our “diets” from time to time. I hope your margaritas did not have salt on the rim though, or I may have to take your skillet from you and give you the boink.
EB ~ I was singing “Buffalo Gals” as in buffalo gals can you come out tonite and dance by the light of the moon…
It was a beautiful moon last evening, appearing 14% larger than normal full moons (according to the experts on that kind of thing). I wonder if the “lunies” were 14% more “lunie” last night? hmmmmmm
Hey, I didn’t get salt on the rim, I missed it kind of but I made out okay.
I will say this, it was the WORST mexican food I have ever eaten! But I was hungry and so it went down, and the serving size was quite small—but the chips and salsa were good and I did skip desert but took a bite of my sons and it was GOOD…and sweet.
One of our friends is an engineer and has a hybrid car with a sign of the back that says Hybrid car 54.56 miles per gallon.
On the front there is a hand crank stuck on there! LOL