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How to relate to limits?

How to relate to limits?

April 20, 2019
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How to relate to limits? My limits.
The boundaries that serve me versus the ones that stop my personal expansion as a human being.

A recent meeting that blew me out of the water, making me shatter my self-made box of limiting stories and beliefs. Writing about it. In that way that I write. Zoomed out and in at the same time, strangely impersonal yet enormously naked. I think? That’s how it feels to me. And that’s what matters, because, honestly, I have no idea what you pick up on, or not, how you react, or not. My style of writing is my style of writing.

So. Writing about it. Because that’s how I make sense of the world, of my world, how I learn and explore within myself. And yet. As I write, about this recent encounter, that has opened a new door to my universe, I cannot help but wonder… dare I? Dare I not dare?

To share or not to share, that is the question.

I’ve quite a few texts written that I’ve yet to share. Perhaps I will, perhaps I won’t.

Will these texts I am currently writing move in with these unpublished texts, or join the world in full view, with the rest of my 2000+ blog posts?

And no. I am not one to believe that I have to share everything. With everyone. Not anymore… I did. For a period around the turn of the millennia, that’s just what I did.

And at the same time, I find vulnerability in sharing what it’s like to be a human being in this day and age, is something I am drawn to. Regardless if I’m the one doing the sharing, or you.

What I’ve come to know is that when I share something completely raw to me, it’s not a good idea to share publicly. With close friends absolutely, friends whom I know will not sympathize but empathize. Once healing is underway and I’ve got a healthy distance to whatever caused my wound, my sharing might be of great help for others, besides for me. Because when my wounds are not open, raw and causing me acute pain, others do not have to manage me and my current state, but rather, can focus on what my sharing opened within themselves.

Yet. It’s as if I’ve yet to arrive, at whatever/where ever I am approaching. So I pause my writing and check my Facebook feed. Stumble across a post, on leaky boundaries vs clear ones. Baaam! Scroll at bit more, and come across yet another post, on baring ones’ soul while being a vessel for creativity. Putting oneself out there, to public display, not giving a hoot about the expectations of others. Swop tabs to LinkedIn, and slam dunk, post number three on being honest with what I feel and need, as opposed to interpretations and judgments, is right there in front of me.

Synchronicity in the making.
But what’s the message? Really, what am I being told here?

To share? To not share?

Somewhere… there’s still a nagging doubt within.
If I pick at it just a little, pick at the doubt, what I find behind it, is fear.
Fear of what a few select people might say or think.

So I pick at that just a little, pick at the fear, and what I find behind it… is…?

Me.
Belittling myself as well as those few select ones.

Now… how or who is that serving?

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Running as Spiritual Practice

August 20, 2017
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I chocked myself a few months ago, when I got a strong urge to go out running, and actually did. Felt very pleased with myself, but didn’t force anything. But a few weeks later, the urge hit me again, and then again and again. By now, I’ve been out eleven times, and I truly enjoy it. runkeeper

Then I chocked myself again, just the other day, when my cousin shared a post on a race in Kalkbrottet (an old and disused limestone quarry close to where I lived as a young child) and I signed up for a five kilometer run! I’ve never run a race in my life, and I’ve never been down in Kalkbrottet, so I figured why not?

Kalkbrottsloppet

As I listened to the On Being episode called Running as Spiritual Practice I found myself recognizing a lot of the sentiments shared by those sharing their stories on the show. It’s a diverse collection of people – a motley crew – which reminds me, yet again, that there is always so much more that joins us together, than sets us apart from one another. I feel kinship with… well, with them all, really. As I look at the profiles of the people features on the show, I realize that there’s not a single one of these lives, that did not in some way touch me, as I listened to them sharing why they run, how they run, what they have gained from it, how running made many of them view themselves from a different perspective.

Running again

Beautiful, that’s what it is, receiving this gift os people sharing a piece of themselves. With me. And you, if you choose to. It’s an episode well worth a listen to!

In 2015 I ran a series on herothecoach.com with Sunday postings of podcasts to my liking. In 2017 I will be re-posting some of those blog posts, mixing them up with new podcast recommendations, such as this one. 

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