Dear fellow travelers,
Welcome to my new travelers! And thank you again for your comments and ideas. Thank you, for suggesting journaling as one way to process and deflate "worrying". I know a women who teaches journaling, if interested, please email me.
I do journal. To me it is a way to refocus, and gain a different perspective on a situation. There are many different techniques to journaling: one is to just write, stream of consciousness; another is to write using your non-dominate hand, and one I do often, is to write under another name, that one results in creating for me a totally different perspective on who I am, that sometimes proves to be very interesting: and also it does for me, prove that "worrying" about whatever it is, is a waste of my time and energy. Better to go for a higher use of my thoughts. --- I didn't say it was easy.
And a follow up on the word "NEVER".
I just returned from the country I said I would NEVER go to again. However, this was a different city and it was wonderful, on many different levels. I met some very interesting people. The town was warm, not only in temperature but friendliness.
Sometimes it may just be better to RISK IT and just DO IT. Taking that step may open the door to many rewards and opportunities. Very Glad I let that NEVER go.
One of opportunities I had, happened at one of the events I went to, I heard a story a women tells at her workshops, I thought it was so intriguing, I need to share it with you:
The Dream
While I was asleep, I had this nightmare.
It was one of those dark, dark, nights, no moon, no stars.
Only a few house lights in the distance that gave a slight glow across the road I was walking on.
As I passed a wooded area, I heard leaves crunch and then I faintly heard sounds behind me, I slowly turned and saw a figure dressed in black walking slowly behind me. I started to walk faster, I heard foot steps behind me-- also walking faster.
I felt myself stop breathing, my heart started to race, chills ran thought me, then
my palms turned moist.
My mind was racing, what am I going to do? Run! I started to run,
The footsteps behind me picked up pace and were running also.
No other person in sight, no houses,.... I was alone...no one to help.....I saw an alley
I turned quickly and ran down it... the dark hooted figure was right there also, almost up to me.
I tripped and felt against an old wire fence.. I felt myself laying on the ground..
I pulled myself over and looked up at the figure standing over me...
With tears streaming down my face, I whispered.. "What are you going to do?"
The figure hissed back,"I haven't the slightest idea...It's your DREAM!!!"
Just Pondering,
Linda, RScP, ENTC
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