Last night was intense.
I spent the evening learning all about abundance and wealth manifesting at a speaking event with the gorgeous Denise Duffield-Thomas (author of Get Rich, Lucky Bitch). It was a hell of an evening for me... I met new people, jotted down pretty much everything that resonated with me - which was pages and pages of juicy insights, had tonnes of a-ha moments regarding my own hefty money blocks and amongst the laughter, occasional fear and inspired tingles there were tears. Lots of tears. Because sometimes all of this self-development stuff is hard. It's icky, uncertain, full of introspection and sometimes plain overwhelming.
And when I get overwhelmed I cry.
So I journaled all of my shit out on the page and just sat with it. Let it sink in and then walked it off. When I got home I had one of those "let's stay in the shower until I turn into a prune" kinda showers and then talked all my fears out with Ben snuggled up in our bed. With more tears of course.
This morning when I woke up I felt different, shifted.
I will not let fear run my show anymore.
My fears are there to teach and protect me; they bring precious information about what's best for me but fear does NOT manage me. I lead my fears and I am worthy of my desires.
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
- Khalil Gibran
- Khalil Gibran
So today has been a good day. I even fell back in love with London a little on my walk home from work which just sweetened everything a little more.
And that's all I have for today, reflection over.