Think about how much of your life is run by the stories you tell about yourself, or to yourself, at an unconscious level.
Stories like – I am bad at math. I tend to run late. I’ll never be a brain surgeon! I am really good with people.
What are you creating in your life because of those stories?
Get all the rest of those inner voices out of the way so you can hear and trust what your heart is saying to you!
Would you like to let life be easier? Here’s my invitation for you: Close your eyes and see your story as just what it is. A story. Everybody’s got one. Picture holding it out in front of you, like a book, and let it be just your story – not you. It’s not you, of course. It’s just a story that at this moment you are calling your story. How lightly can you hold it? How easy can you let it be to put it down, and choose a story that works better?
I do not see the opposite of hopelessness as hope. I experience it as a deep, profound sense of knowing, in the company of which, hopelessness can not exist.
There are a lot of people out there who are sitting up, saying – life IS short!
These are the kinds of things I am hearing – do any of them sound familiar?
I’ve just had a major wake-up call, my best friend is loosing her battle with cancer…
or
I’ve just woken up to the fact that after 35 years I cannot blame the fact that my relationships are not working, on the other person…
Or
I am so tired of settling for less than the exciting, engaged life that I have always pictured!
Here’s the chorus: Done! We’re done with it!
How many times do we have to say that before we actually do something else?
What if there’s something inside of you, causing the results you are getting in life? And what if there’s something you can do about it? What would be thee best time to dig in, figure that out, and change it?
Use your physical sensation of relief to help make a difficult decision.
Only by truly let yourself WANT what you want, will you begin to call it in, and create it.
Let me tell you a story about a woman who lived in a sweet little house, which was completely cluttered. There were piles of magazines and newspapers, and boxes of stuff that wouldn’t fit on shelves; it was actually hard to walk through her home without feeling like you were exploring an old dusty attic. …
The small day to day dreams we have are more important than the epic, one in a lifetime dreams that we tend to think of when we use the word “Dream.” The dreams of being different in our life right now.