I Choose Peace. It does not mean that there is no noise, trouble or hard work. It means to be in the midst of those things and calm in my heart.
I Am Grounded. I am rooted into the earth, connected to all things. Like a tree, my arms extend to the universe. I am planting seeds of abundance and constantly growing from within.
I Am Kind, But Not Weak. I understand that those who are cruel are suffering on the inside and are merely a cry for help. I take heed but I will not enable bad behavior. I teach the laws of love.
Original Source: Rebelle Society, by Alison Nappi / Discovered via Rio @ Replenish Daily
A mystic is a wild creature. She is made. She is deliberately forged by something mysterious. She is created for a purpose. She spends all her life seeking, for there is nothing else worth doing. She peers and gazes until she falls from the edge of the world, and into the next. Over and over.
Each time she returns, she is a little different. What she sees must change her. She dies evert day. She is reborn in every moment. Can you even begin to fathom the terror and the faith commanded from such a being? Can you even begin to understand what such a life can do?
He said it was good to see me smile.
But, I wasn’t smiling for me.
She said I was confident.
But, that wasn’t confidence.
It was passion,
Because I stand up for what I believe.
Despite opinions, I’m not fearless, I don’t consider myself particularly smart, and I don’t believe in luck.
I do believe in hard work. I believe in the energy of kindness. I believe a smile is a very powerful weapon against doubt and fear. And, I believe in love. Not the kind of love that makes you swoon, but the uncomfortable kind. The kind that is more concerned with someone else’s happiness than the sacrifice in letting go of a little of your own comforts.
More than anything though,
I think my marriage is falling apart. My wife has a bit of a temper and these days it seems like we are always fighting. I don’t want to fight anymore and I’ve explained to her that I can’t keep living like this. I used to love her but I’m not sure that I do anymore. I’m not sure if I ever loved her the way I should have loved her. She is so insecure, constantly looking over my shoulder, and blaming me for everything. I’ve told her so many times that she has to change or this won’t work. I’m not sure what to do except leave. Any advice?
Having lived with an anxiety disorder for over 18 years now, and having researched the personal experiences of others battling with this disorder, all votes seem to be unanimous – anxiety sucks!
Never experienced social anxiety? Consider yourself lucky. According to the Social Anxiety Institute this seemingly irrational but very real disorder is among the third largest mental psychological disorders in the country, after depression and alcoholism.
Is it just me or is that information – Um, WOW! If it’s such a common problem then why aren’t we talking about it?
Personally, having lived with severe social anxiety since high school, I’ve rarely had the desire to share my dilemma with friends, family, and definitely not strangers.