there was a time in my life where i felt like doing it hard was the only worthy way
i have good protestant working class bones
My Grandad left school when he was 13 to go down the coalmines. He had to walk miles to school or share the horse with one of his 12 brothers and sisters.
I learned about working hard for good things from him.
I always made the choice that was more difficult because somehow that seemed more worthy.
If i had to work hard at something, take the more difficult path it would be more valuable.
This was true with everything, work choices, friendships,money, health... EVERYTHING.
And then one day i decided to try another way.
I was exhausted, unhappy, weighed down and harried.
I decided to go to a local osteopath who works with stored memory.
Previously when i went to see Ben, I would want to know every little detail of what he was doing. I would pour over everything, dissect it, imagine scenarios, get mad all over again...in other words, work hard at it.
This time though, I went to Ben and said "There is old shit there and i want it gone. If i don't need to know about it i don't want to i just want it gone"
And releasing myself from the responsibility of having to do that hard work (and the mirale that is Ben Evans!) started a pattern.
I have embraced the possibility that i can take the easier choice and it will be ok.
I find myself in abundance.
I find myself, more and more living the life i want.
I see ease and grace in more of my relationships.
I see ease in my health choices - i am able to listen to my body and my intuition instead of shoulds...
I have learned that sometimes hard is not always good.
