I’ll admit it. I bite my nails. Sometimes more and sometimes less. I’d chew them to pieces during college exams and still do when I have, say, a blog post due on a tight schedule. And it bothers me. I have all sorts of judgments of myself when I do it, or when I see others’ broken nails and bleeding cuticles. I really should stop, don’t you think?
Archive for month: February, 2016
My dad used to smoke. A lot. It’s one of the reasons I had asthma as a kid. And then one day after a gnarly visit to the hospital, he quit cold turkey. I saw smoking not only as the source of my breathing issues, but of my father’s date with destiny. Every time I came anywhere near a smoker, I held my breath and felt my blood boil. Didn’t they know what they were doing to themselves? What they were doing to me?
Thus, it came as no surprise that my first inquiry using The Work of Byron Katie revolved around smoking. The question is, what was worse for me, the second hand smoke or the first hand anger?
Watch this video to see what happened during the inquiry…
In my daily life, I teeter between wanting to wallow in the swamp of life’s challenges and wanting to pull on my galoshes, hold my head up high, and strut through the muck like a warrior queen. It’s the dance between playing the victim and taking ownership of my life. And though there’s sooo much chocolate frosted comfort in wallowing in self-pity, there is no lasting joy, no fulfillment, and no growth there.
Do you ever find yourself upset, but aren’t sure what you are upset about in the first place? I find that my mind can evade my detective’s glass and scurry about like a hamster gone loose. I’ve been facilitating others’ personal growth for years and find that I’m not alone. Many of us get lost in the maze of our own thinking. It’s like the ego wants to suck us in so that it can sap all of our energy in its web of misery.