Based on the reactions of people around me, mostly men, I have always believed I am too much. I have always gone inside myself to criticize reactions I have, be them crying or laughing too hard, hugging someone I just met, telling something like it is, speaking too much or giving someone the look, the cold shoulder or the finger.
How would you react to the person in front of you, what would you think about them and their actions if you were told by THE authority you believe in without question that this person is doing the very best they can with what they have in this particular moment?
The Universe is such a party pooper sometimes, offering us precisely what we ask for. And potentially what is good for us. Many, many moons
I still hear the knock of the “superwoman” complex trying to call the shots when I have a hard time shutting my computer at the actual end of the work day, switching into a different mode at home, resting, doing nothing, speaking up about what I want (or don’t). It is an almost palpable effort to go against that current.
Finding my place in a new community has been like tredding water for days on end.
At 46 I can say without a doubt that utmost bravery for me is not speaking my mind, not standing up in front of a crowd to speak, nothing of the kind. The most courageous thing for me is to look at what life is offering, spread my arms wide, allow myself to receive it wholeheartedly, stay in the present and go with the flow.
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