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Why?
Did you ever stop to think what motivates you? Why do respond the way you do? Are you avoiding pain or seeking comfort? Does fear of lack drive your career goals? Do you feel inadequate, therefore must prove yourself? Are competing with a sibling for your parents’ approval and love? Are you looking for love in all the wrong places, turning to food, alcohol or drugs? Scratching the surface, you may find a frightened child who needs a hug.
For almost three decades, my husband and I owned a successful photography studio. During those years, my father-in-law often asked my husband when he was going to get a real job. Our parents were programed and they lovingly passed it on to us.
Our egos tell us that we are deficient. We fear criticism and failure. How do you react? Do you find comfort in art, music or hobbies, that feed your soul? Are you anxious and irritable as you stretch for the gold ring? Do you dream about starting a business or writing a book, but talk yourself out of it?
Ask yourself why you do what you do. If you are happy, you are in alignment with your true self. If not, you are allowing the chatter in your head drive your behavior. Listen to your heart. It will never steer you wrong.
CHILLAX! You’ve Got This!
Five Ways to Relieve Stress and Worry
- Identify your fear- Many times stress is fear of the unknown.
- Consider the worst scenario and prepare. Stock the car with supplies when traveling (blanket, first aid kit, non-perishable food like energy bars, water, cell phone) Have emergency kits at home in the event of power outage, snowstorm, tornado or hurricane (battery radio, flashlights, generator with fuel, canned goods, propane, camp stove, bottled water, non-perishable food) Preparation can make the difference between inconvenience and desperation. The same applies to making presentations, taking exams, house maintenance. Be prepared.
- Reflect on the best outcome- Once prepared, focus on the positive. The chance of your worst nightmare coming to fruition is small. If planning a trip, immerse yourself in the adventure. The butterflies in your stomach are excitement. Do not confuse the feeling with fear.
- Be flexible. Go with the flow. Swimming against a rip current is exhausting.
- Trust. The universe has your back. When you encounter obstacles, trust that you are being guided to something better.
What Lenses Do You Use?
What lenses do you use to view the World?
Are they scratched and dirty, seeing only the ugly?
Or are they clear to view the big picture,
Including those who serve humanity?
Illness, poverty and injustice plague our planet.
Beauty, kindness and service abound
The rapid downward spiral of negativity leads to the sewer
Lifting up the broken takes co-operation and strength
Your choice whether to curl up in a fear-based fetal position
Or strive to improve the Earth with a loving and kind heart
Demons
Running from the chasing voices
Running from the angst inside
Facing fear the greatest demon
Facing those that rise within
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Run to meet the challenge head on
Fear is worse than what is real
Anxious moments, needless worry
Cast it off and shed the skin
Hidden
The floorboards snap as the footsteps get closer. I dare not breathe. My eight year old frame is tucked behind battleship gray work pants, the kind Mom dries on stretchers. Dad’s only suit, protected by the dry cleaner’s plastic bag, is pushed to one side. I’d be in big trouble if I wrinkled it.
Doors open. Doors close. I’m hunted. My mouth feels like it’s stuck with peanut butter.. I’d run, but they’d catch me before I got to the stairs. We live on the second floor because the first floor pays more rent. I hate it because the girl downstairs gets to play on the big porch and I don’t. But, I get even. When Mom and Dad aren’t home I roller skate in the house, over their heads.
They just searched the bathroom closet on the other side of the wall. When the door opened, I heard water running. I think this one’s next. Good thing this old house doesn’t have a light in the closet. My heart hurts. I hope they can’t hear it pounding.
They’re heading for my hiding place. I think I’m going to throw up. My legs ache, but I pull them closer. I wish I were invisible.
The door creaks open. Daylight floods the closet. I close my eyes and hold my breath. “Go Away,” I shout in my head.
A claw-like hand grabs my knee. My eyes pop open.
“There you are. You almost made us late for church,” my mother scolds.
“Do I have to go?” I whine.
“Get in the tub. There’s no more time to horse around.”
