My recent foot injury, and Hol's skirmish with yellow jackets, reminds me how stubborn learned patterns are. How satisfying it is to DO what feeeeels right and good, esp when it's how one navigated most of a lifetime.
I believe Hol's recent experience will raise her awareness, as my yj encounters raised mine.
The fallen tile should have crushed my foot, but instead feels like the universe slapping me around......
"Be 4X more alert/cautious/protective, even if you're giving up coping strategies, that saved you, most of your life....
LET THEM GO NOW!!!"
Slowing down.....
being cautious, doesn't tickle'me brain, nope nope nope, but....
the alternative costs too much. I admit it.
Changing habits, giving up ways of being requires a period of mourning..... it's a small death, every one, whether giving up food groups, learning to stop and notice or change one's roll...... it's a surrendering.
Surrendering feels like a loss to the enemy, IME.
In this case, the struggle is with acceptance, IME. I suspect, most struggles, deep down, are.
Lighter
