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Faith is So Much More Than God Trust, It is Life Trust

Faith is a loaded word. It suggests dogma and suffering. But I feel Faith holds so much more meaning than a belief in a higher power. Faith peppers our every day. Doesn’t it take faith to get up in the morning and assume you’ll be alive at the end of the day?

Consider that you hand over your trust to every professional and company who manages your, well, everything. From their promises to never share your personal information to their promises your delivered groceries won’t melt, you have to trust. Whether it’s the guy you hired to install your water heater correctly or the babysitter you leave your precious munchkin with, there’s faith at work everywhere. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had people blow my faith in mankind. Because humans are human.

We so naively act as if we have such control over everything. We haggle and oversee and manipulate like toddlers and yet we are oblivious how we are strangling our future. This unseen force called Faith could help us manifest a myriad of wonders if only we allowed it. If only we devoted our time instead to do whatever it took to make our lives happen happily.

I have faith that I have always been “worth it”. And I have faith that you are too.

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You Are Not Alone So Find Your Clan and Prove it

There is a noble suffering thing that we seem to do as humans. We freak out when things start to go wrong but somehow we’re convinced that we are the only ones. First time business owners, first time menstruating teenagers, first time Moms, and first time submitting writers all have first time doubts that they feel single them out. Male or female, it feels so personal, scary, and devastating.

Somehow in this world of drive-throughs and Amazon, we’ve forgotten that we are still a group of people. That community being the family household, the neighborhood, the school, the work organization, or the clan that you choose, we are never actually alone. Unless we choose to be.

So what would it take for us to stop being so painfully unique with our problems and reach out? What do we need to know in order to –Boom- alleviate ourselves of our painful personal destinies and share them with one person who would say, “I get it, me too” ?

Ironically, I found a community online when I decided to come out of my shell and be authentic. And then I reached out and made a group within my home community of like-minded women. Being witnessed is some powerful stuff but I had to be willing to be authentic and vulnerable to enjoy the benefits.

Fear is only trying to protect you but it has us making stupid choices and one of those is that you are supposed to keep quiet about your pain. So let’s all just make a promise that we will reach out instead and find at least one person who knows what we are afraid of so that we came feel less afraid. And then find another and another and make a clan of people you can trust whenever anyone feels that again.

That is community living at it’s finest and it is how we will heal ourselves and the world. Within a place where the sum of the parts is a great source of compassion for the the individual. Amen.

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What if There’s Nothing Wrong

It’s kinda astounding the amount of limiting false beliefs I’ve been lugging around with me my entire life. I recently spoke about how I am not allowed to want anything. And how my unworthiness was a given. I have basically believed all my life that there is something wrong…with everything and me….all the time. It’s the mode from which I operate. I must fix it/me/them in order for life to be “right”. And then my therapist throws in, “What if there’s nothing wrong?”

Say What?

Oh these pesky therapists!

What I thought about was that helplessness is hard. We’d rather scrabble and scratch, eek out any different outcome than admit that we are where we need to be or, gasp, we have no control. What can you do if you have no power to change something? We can only accept what is. That’s it. Acceptance. And that seems so much harder than changing it? Yes.What if there was nothing wrong on Shalavee.com

What if the fixes and changes we perceive are just the way your world is meant to be. And what it the things you have been leaving alone are exactly the places you need to exert your energy. I do think that we often focus on stuff that distracts us fro our bigger journeys. Our fear disguises tasks as necessary and useful. And we all know if we’d rather pluck our eyeball out than doing it, it probably doesn’t serve anyone, much less ourselves.

I suppose it’s a matter of stepping back, staying still, and having faith more than just barreling along. Being grateful and thoughtful and taking care of that pesky anxiety problem in whatever fashion you can. Because there may be nothing wrong or there may be something that needs fixing but assuming it’s always broken isn’t really any fun anymore.

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I’m Not Allowed to Want Anything

Like many of you, I grew up knowing there wasn’t enough. Not enough time, not enough attention, and not enough money. Part of this may be due to the ghost of the Depression which seems to linger in American families still. But people just seem to be convinced that the Universe is against them and there’s nothing to be done about it. We’re broke and that’s the fact Jack.

So I adapted to this understanding by just not wanting anything. I am still not allowed to want anything. Instead, I have a stubborn pride in making do. I am good at keeping the boat afloat but when it comes to imagining a bigger boat, I decide I don’t need one. I’m good with what I’ve got. And it certainly doesn’t help that our capitalistic society persistently nags us with messages of buy a better you or else. I’m so done with that. I'm Not Allowed to Want Anything on Shalavee.com

But currently I am 2/3rds of the way through reading Jen Sincero’s You are a Badass at Making Money: Master the Mindset of Wealth and I’ve begun thinking about things I want. The wall is disintegrating. I’m thinking about the house I’d like to put my aging mother in. The trip to the South of France and Italy I’ve always wanted to eat my way through. And the Piano Week’s tuition at Peabody for my kid next Summer. Or the braces I still need at 53.

But the given in her book is that you want to make the money. Whether I don’t feel I’m worth anything or have anything worth selling may be the real fear here. And so not wanting anything just avoids having to find out if that’s true of not. Either way, I know the BS fairy is having her way with me and I am standing looking straight into the eye of this storm. Because it wasn’t money that did me wrong, it was the way the people I loved used it wrongly. And the the sooner I get a proper perspective on it, the better.

Healing wounds takes time and “money” is definitely a wound I need to heal. So I’m gonna finish reading this book and start again on considering my money goals and find out where my next mind-blowing wisdom is coming from. Anyone know this story, live this story too?

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And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

The Soul Plague of Unworthiness

I spent the best and most beautiful years of my life feeling unworthy. Unworthy of love, acceptance, abundance, and your like for me. In fact I was sort of suspicious of anyone who liked me. If I didn’t like me then what did you see in me? Or what did you want from me?

I know I Should Love Myself. In this world surprisingly glutted with anxious uncertain people, I believe low self-esteem is more of a norm than one would think. The Cult of Perfect is pervasive. And yet I am a vigilant amazonian fighter when it comes to my self-esteem. I deserve joy and happiness and I know that my esteem has absolutely everything to do with raising the happiness quotient.

Low Self-esteem is the soul plague of unworthiness because it robs us of our clear sight to see ourselves as the beautiful abundantly lucky people we are. We focus only at our lack and our not-enoughness. This is only exacerbated by a media-centric society that values people for wealth and thinness. The Soul Plague of Unworthiness on Shalavee.com

And this is how I fight the good fight every week to battle the low self-esteem. I go to the doctor. I ask for the support I need. I get medical and mental help. I share my authentic self every day. I put myself to creative challenges and make community online and in person. I exercise and am watching what I put in my face. I laugh a lot. And I write a lot.

What would it take you to respect you a little more today? To be your own hero? Are your anxieties running you off the happy highway of life too?

And If you enjoyed what you read, subscribe, via the subscription box in the sidebar, to my thrice weekly posts via your emailbox. And visit me on Instagram to see my daily pictures, friend me or like my page on Facebook. Or come find me on Twitter or Pinterest too. I am always practicing Intentional Intouchness so chat at me please. I live for conversations.

And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

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