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Experience is a Brutal Teacher
Yesterday, Liz mentioned that because of my human design I will only ever learn through experience. It won’t matter what other people tell me, show me, or instruct me to do. The only way I ever really learn is by throwing myself into something and experiencing it myself.
Friends, experience is a brutal teacher. But, had I not learned I’d still be begging others to teach me, see me, acknowledge me, guide me. I’d still be lost in an emotional storm of my own unconscious making. I’d love to guide you through yours. See below for more information.
Everyday I wake up determined to live my best life. And many days will pass, with crazy experiences, and me still able to say I am living that life. And some days I end them knowing the experience could have gone much smoother, better, or balanced due to my reaction or lack of one.
There are days like the past three, where my pain is worse than it has ever been, and I have to work, drive long periods of time, worry over finances, realize I’m not spending as much time with family as I should, a host of other things. But I also cannot go spreading myself thinner on those days.
On those days I accept the facts. I simply allow the shame and guilt to exist. I speak to it where it is. I let it know I understand why it’s there, but that it doesn’t need to be. It’s okay that I’m…
