You are liberating yourself by creating a new story by shifting the perspective. You harmonize the old stories, making space to create healthier beliefs that lead to a more fulfilling and joyful life. That is power.
Our job is to assimilate the wisdom into our own human experience. Clearly that can take time, but remind yourself that you are the maestro here and no matter how low you are feeling, deep down, you do know what is best for you. When was the last time you asked?
Most of us were taught to shut down our passions when we were young. There are many reasons why. See if you recognize yourself in any of these four rules that I've seen to be key reasons why you might be shut down to living a fulfilled life.
I've asked many people where they get their information from when they're facing serious decisions in their lives. They've respond with, "I just know these things!" I usually respond by saying, "Really, not me anymore, because I need daily reflections to guide me!"
Gratitude is the feeling and attitude of appreciation or thankfulness for the benefits we have received or expect to receive. The feeling of genuine gratitude opens the channels for more goodness to enter into our life experience.
I had every intention of being clear, being specific, and was certain that once I explained all these feelings inside of me, then everyone would nod their heads and say they completely understood how I knew I was a woman. I really was about to answer the question.
Friday morning we all woke up to a world that had literally changed over night. Having arrived in Copenhagen from my home in Los Angeles the night before, and suffering from jet lag, I closely followed the election into the early morning.
As Norman Vincent Peale said: "When you become detached mentally from yourself and concentrate on helping other people with their difficulties, you will be able to cope with your own more effectively. Somehow the act of self-giving is a personal power-releasing factor."
The deep brown shade that glazed the wood was almost heavier than the door. It melted the light that snuck in via the stained glass of glittering gold and grassy green into hues and shadows that crashed by the waves of my shivering feet.
Last week, as you may recall, we were discussing the worst song of all time, which I claimed is "You're Sixteen," as done by Ringo Starr. Buoyed by your response, I'm going to the musical well one more time.