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I thought complaining was helping me
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Hi Reader, I used to think complaining was venting. I thought I was letting go of whatever was bothering me, and there was real relief in it, especially the part where the people around me would agree, relate and validate my "problems". What I did not realize for a long time is that I was creating a self fulfilling prophecy. Every time I told the story of what was wrong, I was giving my attention to it again, reinforcing it, teaching my own life to keep producing more of it. The relief was real, but it was short, and the pattern underneath it was unconsciously, but nonetheless EXTREMELY influential. The part that we weren't taught about attention is that it is not a neutral spotlight we shine on things that are already true. It can be more likened to to a vote. Wherever it lands, again and again, it is selecting what gets to keep showing up in our life. That includes the stories we tell about our problems, which is tricky because what can feel like release is actually a rehearsal. I want to make the distinction that I am not suggesting that we stop talking about what is hard, or to bypass real circumstances of our life. I am inviting us to begin to notice the subtle energetic difference between processing something and rehearsing it. Processing moves us through and allows release. Processing has an end goal of solution. Rehearsal keeps us circling the same result, however it comes disguised as "stress" relief. The next time we catch ourselves telling the complaint story, the one we have told before, to more than one person, in more or less the same words, pause and ask what we are actually reinforcing. Then ask what result we would rather be voting for instead. Today, at 4pm EST inside the Quantum Prayer Circle, I will be teaching a Masterclass on The Architecture of Reality which dives deeply into this topic as it relates to intentionally selecting your reality in practical terms. We'd love to see you inside the community and the class. Our members have LOTS of good things to say and the testimonials and breakthroughs are flowing! Trusting we're going to have a spectacular week, With so much love, Meg |
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