Tonight I'd like to share with you an experience from yesterday. Now before we start, this is not about gaining sympathy, this is about proving a point, so please read through to the end.
Yesterday I decided to tidy up my storage shed (I have downsized for now, and leaving everything in storage until I am ready to up-size again). I took down some more stuff, but I had decided to restack it and make it easier to find stuff as well as create a bit more space.
As I arrived there was a removal truck and two burly men offloading it. I grabbed a trolley and headed up in the lift to my floor. Just my luck, they were offloading the contents of that truck into the storage unit opposite mine. I squeezed past and spoke a few moments to the woman standing outside, wearing all white and carrying a clipboard.
'You must be Kerrie', I said shaking her hand before heading into my hidey hole. Surprised, she stared at me questioningly.
'I saw your name on the side of a box downstairs,' I explained with a laugh. 'I'm a writer, I notice things like that!'
Anyway, I spent the best part of an hour lugging my boxes around, dropping heavy ones on top of others and breaking a few things. (I'm not really the most muscle bound person)
All the while, Kerrie, stood outside her 'unit', ticking things off, not lifting a finger (or breaking a fingernail!), while the burly men did the job.
I could hear them from where I was and I admit. more than a few times I felt a little sorry for myself, having no burly men (or women) to call on to help me out. In short, I was feeling unsupported by the Universe.
As I drove home my lower back was aching and I was in a lot of pain, which I could say was from tired back muscles reaching over, under and around with heavy boxes....but was it?
I thought about the feelings I had been experiencing, the emotions and unsupported-ness I had felt and I had an Aha! moment.
I said 'I know that I was feeling as if I was on my own, that a part of me was envious that I didn't have someone to help me with my heavy lifting. I admit that I was feeling sorry for myself and was blaming the Universe for my current situation and having to do things by and for myself...BUT...I acknowledge that this is what has caused this deep seated pain in my lower back. I acknowledge and embrace my emotions and feelings...and now I am ready to let both the emotion and the pain go. And so it is done!'
...and it was!
I was still tired, but the searing and gripping back pain caused by feeling alone in my world diminished. Something to think about isn't it?
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx
Yesterday I decided to tidy up my storage shed (I have downsized for now, and leaving everything in storage until I am ready to up-size again). I took down some more stuff, but I had decided to restack it and make it easier to find stuff as well as create a bit more space.
As I arrived there was a removal truck and two burly men offloading it. I grabbed a trolley and headed up in the lift to my floor. Just my luck, they were offloading the contents of that truck into the storage unit opposite mine. I squeezed past and spoke a few moments to the woman standing outside, wearing all white and carrying a clipboard.
'You must be Kerrie', I said shaking her hand before heading into my hidey hole. Surprised, she stared at me questioningly.
'I saw your name on the side of a box downstairs,' I explained with a laugh. 'I'm a writer, I notice things like that!'
Anyway, I spent the best part of an hour lugging my boxes around, dropping heavy ones on top of others and breaking a few things. (I'm not really the most muscle bound person)
All the while, Kerrie, stood outside her 'unit', ticking things off, not lifting a finger (or breaking a fingernail!), while the burly men did the job.
I could hear them from where I was and I admit. more than a few times I felt a little sorry for myself, having no burly men (or women) to call on to help me out. In short, I was feeling unsupported by the Universe.
As I drove home my lower back was aching and I was in a lot of pain, which I could say was from tired back muscles reaching over, under and around with heavy boxes....but was it?
I thought about the feelings I had been experiencing, the emotions and unsupported-ness I had felt and I had an Aha! moment.
I said 'I know that I was feeling as if I was on my own, that a part of me was envious that I didn't have someone to help me with my heavy lifting. I admit that I was feeling sorry for myself and was blaming the Universe for my current situation and having to do things by and for myself...BUT...I acknowledge that this is what has caused this deep seated pain in my lower back. I acknowledge and embrace my emotions and feelings...and now I am ready to let both the emotion and the pain go. And so it is done!'
...and it was!
I was still tired, but the searing and gripping back pain caused by feeling alone in my world diminished. Something to think about isn't it?
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx
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