We're tormented by our obsession with weight. Losing weight is hard to do, and the overwhelming majority of us gain back whatever weight we lose (and then some). Every failed weight loss effort drags us deeper into depression. Loving thoughts breed acceptance and patience. Sometimes I stray from my chosen path and eat something that triggers my food addiction. Because I love the body I once had and don't fear returning to it, I'm able to respond to these slips in a healthy way. I accept that I've gone off the path. I forgive myself.
Nine months ago I triggered depression by my desire to rapidly grow my business. I came up against a brick wall of negative beliefs about my ability to grow the business. The breakdown occurred because I wanted to succeed and the voice inside my head kept repeating old thoughts about why I couldn't or shouldn't fail.
Three months ago I quit my PhD to become a stripper. Of course, I was afraid of what people would think, but my old life wasn't working for me, and so I decided to change it. I'm not taking my clothes off, but this stripping of mine makes me feel free and, yes, naked and vulnerable, too. Layer by layer, I'm stripping away thoughts and beliefs that were toxic.
This New Year as you make your resolutions, commit to making one that will get you healthy and fit -- financially. While setting personal resolutions have become second nature, the New Year should also be the time each of us sits down with family. Talk about what your financial goals are in 2014 and what you need to have in place to ensure that your family is protected and aware.
With the news programs blaring the most recent political scandals, it's hard to remember that there are positive things happening in the world and leaders who are inspiring heart-centred change. It's integral that we maintain a healthy, higher perspective about what really matters and share it with our communities.
Weirdly, Tetris has given me a way that I can practice going easy on myself. I don't have to maintain a spot on someone else's leader board, or have each game trump my last. I can be more... zen. I can relax. And, much to my surprise, this zen feeling has translated into other areas of my life. And, much to my surprise, this zen feeling has translated into other areas of my life.
Danielle has realized that this way of life can't continue; that's she saying "no" now from a place of fatigue and exhaustion rather than from a place of joy. As she observed, she needs white space in her life. So often she's said "yes" to something that is six or nine months down the road, but it comes up so quickly and just adds to her stress.
Not knowing how to handle the subject of death and grief, people around us thought it best to never talk about it. They wanted to spare us from more pain and prevent the stirring of feelings. Family pictures were put away, my mother's and sisters' personal items were cleared out of our house and we were expected to move on and reconstruct our world as if nothing had happened.
Too often, as we age, we lose the ability to be filled with awe by the most simple things that surround us, and seeing beauty in its pure state is slowly stripped of all its magic and replaced with doubt, fear and cynicism. It has to fit in a box, have meaning in the proper context and be absolutely practical, of course.
What if I were to tell you that the success of your journey towards reclaiming your personal power will largely hinge on stories? Life is about stories. The stories we tell each other. The stories we tell ourselves. Our stories define who we are. This isn't a process that we're necessarily aware of. This is a problem.
"Tell me something happy," my friend requested today after an hour of divorce-talk. "I don't want to be the friend who just calls to cry. I don't want to use you as a crutch." "I'll be glad to tell you happy things," I replied, "but don't think it's not okay to call and cry. I am honoured that you choose me to call when you need advice."