The problem with taking full responsibility for your life is that you have to take full responsibility for your life.
The liberation of taking full responsibility for your life is that you take full responsibility for your life.
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There are three phrases that I hope to someday abolish, “workin’ for The Man”, “same shit different day”, and “moist slacks”. Moist slacks is just a gross saying.
We’ve all got our personal versions of “The Man”. “The Man” being the external force that “keeps you down”, “controls you” and somehow “makes your life miserable”.
In some cases this is a very true concept. Like, if you’re being held in prison unjustifiably under the regime of an evil dictator or physically enslaved in some way shape or form = major suckage.
But….most of the time, “The Man” is a lie that we tell ourselves because we are too scared to step into our own INTERNAL power.
Today I’m saying goodbye to my version of “The Man”.
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When and why do we decide to change our behaviors? Sometimes it’s a catastrophic event that kicks us into full Carpe Diem mode. and sometimes it’s nothing but a shift in preferences of how we define a life well-lived. A moving towards versus a running from.
This week I realized that I’m hitting my goals but aiming way too low. My financial goals for my business barely support me. I’m tired of being in survival mode. Has anyone out there had that “a-ha moment”?
IT’S A COP OUT TO SET GOALS THAT YOU CAN EASILY HIT.
It might assuage your ego to always be getting that “gold star” but who gives a fuck if you’re continually create stuff that doesn’t support or nourish you, the life you want to lead and the community around you?
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this was the bonus of the bus this week
I hit a wall riding the bus this week. It’s been 11 months of commuting 3 hours a day from Seattle to Kirkland and everywhere in between. I have one more month to go to uphold my commitment to the OneLess Car program and myself to finish the field research.
A combined chorus of self-hate and self-love snuck (<— is that a word?) in yesterday and said, “Kathy J, my dear just what the hell are you doing with your life?” The bottom line is that I got really angry with my current material situation.
Self-love said, “Dear, why are you not receiving and supporting yourself?” Self-hate said, “Dear, I have to agree with self-love on this one.” It’s unanimous, I’ve got to stop fighting abundance and get my shit together in the material world.
Anger is an incredible tool that helps us determine and define boundaries in our life. I’m so laid-back about these things that it was just the kick in the ass that I needed. A kick in the ass to stop making my life so difficult.
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I have to be honest that every time I get close to fulfilling my dreams and moving forward, I sabotage it with thoughts of self-hate, with comfortable patterns of over-extending myself and incessant mantras of not being good enough.
somedays this is the only hat that can be worn
My ex-husband, the bus, the debt are all manifestations of “the Man” the voice of self-hate so perfectly mirrored to me.
When we see other people/things as simple mirrors of ourselves we are called to take full responsibility for our lives and what we attract into it. Some of the strongest people that I have ever met could be classified as victims by the outside world yet they are the exact people who have refused to classify themselves as victims.
I’m looking into different mirrors these days. I’m surrounding myself with people owning their own genius and reflecting it back to me with bright shiny light. I am that light. You are that light. I want to keep growing and shining that light, have fun and just give myself a break.
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Alright, thanks life. I got it. It’s important to define what we want in the material world. I’m not a huge “stuff” person but I loved my old life of being able to travel whenever i want. I have had to miss so many weddings of dear friends in the last 3 years as i sacrificed whatever i had to keep my business/life running. And to that i say: FUCK THAT
I HEREBY DECLARE THAT I WANT MY OLD LIFE BACK
(and i’m willing to work for it by being of service)
What’s your version of “The Man” and what are you going to declare today?
