Seriously!
I laughed, and I felt like I had to cry but couldn't. I still feel blocked up about that. I have been studying emotions for the better part of my entire life. I've always been an observer. Getting a Masters' degree in Counseling was just the beginning of my formal training. I'm sure that it began earlier than that, in childhood. Now, the last 7-8 years I've really been concentrating by using therapy, life occurrences and a passion to understand feelings. Infertility and postpartum depression blew me away. I felt so lost and alone. Therapy helped me to begin to understand what was going on and to heal.
Along the way, these are the issues that I have delved into head first: dieting and exercise, eating disorders, compulsions, codependency, spirituality, religion, The Twelve Steps, mindfulness, perfectionism, self-esteem, forgiveness, acceptance, dying, and grief. One has led into another and my life has opened up beyond measure.
But yet still I hide. I feel like I hide.
There are so many thoughts I have and I have spent so much time studying and learning, yet still I think I don't know enough. I will always be a life long student but I do know some things. I don't give myself enough credit.
I am still afraid to tell what I really believe.
I think one of the reasons that I do, is because I still label myself overweight in my head. Because I have not attained perfection in my body size that discounts all of the thoughts in my head, my life experience, and the intensive study I have undertaken.
So I still have low self esteem. {chuckling}
I don't know what it is. But I feel like breaking out of this. This coming school year I have less on my plate - less volunteering with things I felt I had to do. There will still be volunteering just in another capacity - with less planning on my end. I am currently feeling passionate about the following things: getting my house in order (clearing the way for a cleaner vision), practicing yoga, and planning time with my friends.
Oh, and running a household and raising two daughters. One being a teenager very, very soon.
I just can't sit around and wait for the phone to ring. I have to get off my tuckus and initiate things myself.
Here goes.
Namaste.
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