That seams scary to me.
I feel frustrated with my inability to be honest, to let out what is inside.
I have everything I need.
I have a safe place to process.
I have a husband who is patient, kind, supportive, helpful, and completely undemanding of me right now.
My room is clean and made into a refuge a sanctuary even thanks to said husband.
I have teenage children who are wonderfully busy with their own lives, productive, helpful, and kind (for the most part.)
I have grown children who are self-sufficient and amazingly productive and in no way demanding of me.
I have the most delightful grandson who lights up my life.
I have tools to help me find myself.
- I can write
- I can read
- I can listen to music
- I can meditate
- I can pray
- I can visit my blog friends
- I can take pictures
- I can create on polyvore
- I can play the piano
- I can create with paper
- I can spend time with my family
- I can take a nap whenever I want
I find myself full of guilt for having everything I need. That is it.. GUILTY! I feel guilty and it is crappy. I don't want this guilt, it can go take a hike into oblivion. YES, I am BLESSED beyond measure to have everything I need to flourish and heal and thrive. I will not accept guilt into this picture of my life.
I don't have time for guilt.
I have work to do.
I have growing to do.
I have pain inside that needs to be acknowledged and accepted.
As long as I let that guilt rule me then I keep stuffing down the pain and avoiding the work and I don't grow.
I can quit editing.
I can be honest.