You know how I know my therapist has hit the spot?
I get angry and defensive. I want to vehemently reject what she’s saying.
Why? Because my defence mechanisms responsible for suppressing my pain are being challenged.
Notice what gets a big reaction. That’s where the juicy stuff is.
When I feel resentment bubbling, I challenge myself to pause and ask if I have done my part.
If I have communicated clearly what I’d like in the situation and what my expectations are?
Have I mentioned that this behaviour is frustrating, annoying or hurtful?
Am I just assuming he should know what’s happening inside me?
Am I setting him up to win or to annoy me?
And it’s important to watch how your partner reacts to these requests.
One of the reasons I love Bevan soo much is because
I’ve seen through his actions that he cares about what’s important to me.
I look at my relationship the way I look at housework.
I choose what the state of my home looks like. If I’m feeling lazy and can’t be bothered to do the dishes and put things away, it’s not a nice place to be.
But if I pour energy into maintaining my space, I love being there.
The more you invest in your relationship the more enjoyable it will be. So improve your communication skills, plan a date night, don’t just give them the left over bits of your energy after a long day at work.
Tidy it up. Add a plant and let the sunlight in. Make it a space that you want to call home đź’•
This coming from someone who LOVES their career!
I am so excited for this generation. We are learning and healing and ending cycles of trauma.
Story time.
I ran away to Bali to wrestle with myself. So much was happening in my life that was totally outside of my control.
A stressful housing marketing and uncertainty about where we were going to call home. Chaos in my clients lives that I couldn’t save them from. A court case. Choices others had made that put me in a dangerous position.
I felt flooded and paralysed.
My go to is what I’m good at - analysis. Write it all down. Make a list. Tidy it up in your head and then move into action.
But nothing seemed to provide a release. I’d been to therapy, journaled, mediated, spoke to friends, listened to old school Jordan Peterson.
To provide context, I grew up with an extremely tough, hard-working single mum. All I ever witnessed was an energy of “I’ve got this”.
It’s beautiful and potent. But it has its limits.
When in Ubud, I was leaving a Yoga class when a man caught me on the way out and asked if I wanted to try acro yoga with him.
I’d seen a lot of my friends play around with it and thought it looked cool. I was hesitant for a second but one of my practices is to lean in and say yes. So I agreed.
What ensued was the Universe finally cracking me open and getting through to me. I wasn’t listening so I had to feel.
My griping. My inability to trust. My fear of what will happen if I let go. I needed to be in control. But that need was what was causing us to fumble.
He asked me playfully and gently if I could do less and just trust him. His patience with my fear was godly.
I calculated how bad a fall would be and figured smashing my head into the ground wouldn’t be so bad at only 1m in the air.
I went for it and the whole practice changed. I was no longer thinking about where he wanted me to put my feet or bracing my core.
I just was. Floating. Being moved around. Stretched. Tended to.
He just wanted a partner to practice but what he gave me was a gentle reminder of my need to let go. To do less. To trust.
Thank
I have a question for you.
Would you rather a really bad headache for 10 minutes or a moderately bad headache for a week?
Emotions give us the same options.
Either feel them now in the present and allow them to wash through you (which is often not long given the life span of an emotion is only a few minutes).
Or spend an exorbitant amount of time making yourself busy so you don’t have to feel the reality inside of you.
Emotions were described to me like this. You can hold a pool noodle under water easily. We could all probably do it without challenge.
But imagine you’re holding it down for hours. Days. Years. And life keeps asking you to hold more noodles down.
After a while, usually when your arms are exhausted, or you’re caught off guard, they will fling to the surface and smack you in the face.
Let go of the need to hold things down and ironically, make your life easier.