I completely created fuckery.
What do you do when you create fuckery in your life?
There came a point in my life when I started to play with the idea of not avoiding what was uncomfortable.
Play meaning I would take little steps, “Okay, instead of pretending this is not happening, why don’t I just take a little peek and look at it?”
I took a peek, and slowly I found myself opening what I didn’t want to see a little wider, and then immediately closing it back up because it looked scary.
When I had the courage, I would go back and open it up a little more... until I had the courage to fully expose it.
I let everything come to the surface, pain, resentment, anger, blame, rage, fury, frustration, tears, victimhood, loss - everything!
What I found out with this experiential play:
Yes, things can be scary to look at.
Yes, I thought I would die; however, looking at it actually destroyed the control, the situation had over me - looking at it changed it.
In the space of “fuckery” have kindness for you.
What if fuckery is not actually fuckery when we don’t make anything significant?
There is a thin line between acknowledging what we created, and continually lashing ourselves with unmerciful beatings.
Acknowledge and move on!
Sometimes we may keep recreating the same thing.
When I keep recreating the same thing....
I acknowledge and ask questions, “What’s the value in recreating what I keep creating?”
What do I love about this?
What am I refusing to be aware of here?
I had a recent experience with this, and when I fully acknowledged what I didn’t want to be aware of...
I mean the awareness had always been there. It kept showing up. I just had selective vision.
When I fully acknowledged the truth, I realized that I received the awareness to the question I had been asking over two years ago.
It took another “fuckery” to be aware of this, and when I finally chose to receive the awareness, I got it!!!
You get it when you get it.
Do you see the beauty in this?
Can you find the lightness of fuckery when you simply acknowledge and keep moving forward.
What if we didn’t require spending hours, days, months, years, lamenting, regretting, shaming?
What if we could use every experience, good, bad or ugly to our advantage?
What if we chose to keep going no matter what shows up?
What if we are beautifully imperfect?
What if everything that happens is a gift to greatness - would you be willing to not judge yourself?
Stop blaming yourself. This is a 🔑 to changing things.
Be kind to you. You are a gift 💫✨🧚🏿♀️