I’ve been thinking lately about that inner voice of self-judgement that comes around from time to time – sometimes more often than I care to admit.
That voice that’s the opposite of “kind and gentle.” Isn’t it interesting how that inner voice speaks to you and starts reminding you of all the ways you’ve failed and all the things you’ve done wrong and all the people you’ve let down?
Your own inner critic and judge. Keeping score against yourself.
Do you know what I mean?
I know all about it because I’ve been there, listening to that voice too many times to count. There have been so many times in my life where I felt like a total failure, that I would never amount to anything, that I was just a high school dropout, dumb and stupid, with no hope for a better future. And that voice would keep reminding me of all these things. And every time I made a mistake, that inner judge would remind me all over again.
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I believe that there is a God and that we are connected to him, that we are one with him. I also believe that many of us, at different points in our lives, lack the awareness of our oneness with God.
Don’t get hung up on the word, “God”. No matter your background and your spiritual beliefs, it applies the same. I could easily interchange this word, “God”, with Source, Spirit, Infinite Intelligence, Universe. You choose the word that resonates with you, that fits into your map of the world.
I also believe that this world and everything in it, including you and I, are created perfectly and abundantly, and for fuller expression and fuller expansion. It is in our nature. It is in our DNA.
And yet, there have been so many times in my own life where I have been disconnected from this knowingness, from this awareness of my birthright, my essence, and my oneness with God.
And what happens? Worry, anxiety, stress, and a focus on scarcity, lack, and...
Albert Einstein once said, “If I had an hour to solve a problem and my life depended on it, I would use the first 55 minutes determining the proper questions to ask.” There is a lot of wisdom in this statement. The quality of the question determines the quality of the answer. What questions have you been asking in your life? Are they questions that point you in the direction of your growth or do they have you going in reverse?
I know I spent a lot of my life asking questions that got me nowhere… asking things like, “Why is this happening to me?” “Why are other people so much luckier than me?” “Why have I been dealt such a bad hand in life?” And you want to know where the answers to these questions got me? They certainly didn’t get me where I wanted to be going.
So, it all begins with the questions you are asking.
If you’ve been following my body of work for a little while, you’ve probably heard me...
I was ignoring the obvious. Every single day, I would get up at 5 a.m., roll out of bed and after jumping in the shower, I would get dressed in dirty jeans and a t-shirt. Grabbing my lunch box, and pulling on my worn and dirty work boots, I’d head to my job at a roofing company. Every single day, I would climb up a ladder to scrape the old shingles off the roof. Despite being very afraid of heights, I managed to “suck it up” because I didn’t think there was anything better out there for a stuttering, high school drop-out. My co-worker “Joe” and I would talk about how we couldn’t wait to get to payday. I was living my very own “Ground Hog Day.”
I was unclear and confused about what my life and future could and should look like. I was willfully blind. And deep inside of me there was a deep inner awareness, that at the time, I couldn’t put words to or explain to anyone what I was thinking or how I was feeling. I just had this...
I’m not sure if you’ve ever tried to lose a few extra pounds, but if you have, you know it’s not easy. A few years ago, I stepped on the scale in my bathroom and looked down at the numbers. I couldn’t believe what I was reading, 225 pounds. Holy expletive! That much weight on my 5’8” frame is not healthy. I knew something had to be done, and I knew restricting my food intake was supposed to be one of them. And that’s not easy. I come from a family of Italians. I grew up eating the pasta with “gravy” and lots of bread.
Over the years I’ve learned to eat healthier but based on the results on the scale at that time, it was obviously not healthy enough. So, I began to restrict my food intake. I lowered the number of calories in and began my 30-minute workout on my stairclimber I now lovingly refer to as “The Beast.” But a funny thing happened. Perhaps you can relate? The more food I restricted, the more I...