Me: Ok Universe, I need someone or something to talk to. To work through some things. Frankly I don’t want to deal with labels, judgement, etc., etc. that might come with human therapy. So, will you be my therapist? Therapist – for want of a better word really. Perhaps, confidant. It is my hopes that you will bring ALL THAT IS to our conversations as well as that wider perspective. When can we meet? What is the charge? Universe: Ok, anytime. We have actually started already. Charge? All I ask is that you live fully. Don’t argue. You can question but don’t argue. The ego will want to push back but you must be courageous enough to release it. To live without it. Do we have an agreement? Me: I guess so. I’m the one who asked so the time must be right. I mean, YES! Universe: Ok. Lay it all out for me. All of it. However long it takes. And be honest. Fully and unapologetically honest. Then we can break things down piece by piece. But first let’s get it all out on paper. Me: Alright then, here goes. I will just start writing. Entry 1Me: I feel a lack of self. Perhaps just the time of year but I don’t feel full. I don’t feel like I am accomplishing enough. Partly in comparison to others and partly insofar as my own judgement. To fill that space of lack I come up with ideas and feel the need to organize. I try to minimize the stuff in my surroundings. Less stuff outside – less stuff inside. I judge myself against others. Comparing myself when another has been offered an opportunity instead of being happy for them. Why don’t I have this? I should be doing that? So many others seem to have it all figured out. I don’t really even feel I have a ‘purpose’ these days. At 61 I think I should have it all together. Yet, at the same time I understand my point of view is different than many. Universe: Good question. Shall I comment on that now or save it and let you keep putting pen to paper and getting it all out. We can come back to any part of this you want to. Me: Ok, moving on then. Ideas. I have so so many. My process has always been to hold an idea for a while in a metaphorical box. If it stays with me and keeps coming to mind or heart then I pursue it further. If not, it is released to travel where and to whom it needs to find next. I get a project going from said idea, but I don’t feel I finish many. That feels like a life long pattern. Lots of creative ideas but not a lot come to fruition. Therefore, there is a feeling of failure as I can’t or don’t see them through. Like I am not good enough, smart enough, brave enough, etc. Feels like it goes back to comparison. Feels also like I have lots in the idea bank – some even more fully completed than just ideas but just sitting there. When I sit with it, I just don’t feel it in my heart to pursue them further. Is it because I am not supposed to be doing them or fear that is holding me back? Perhaps something else that I am to be doing. Which all leads to lack of making a living. I can only live on savings for so long. What am I to be doing? What about my vision? Ties into how I wish to live? I want to move and live with horses. How do I do that? I know, a lot of it is how I live and how I feel. The energy I bring to each moment. I feel like the metaphorical box is full at the moment. Not a lot of room to roam free. Universe: How does it feel to write that all down and get it out? Me: Ok, I guess. It’s a start. I still feel that there is a lot more to pour out. Universe: Ok, so keep going. ~*~ Entry - June 16 2024 |
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