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Who’s rules are you living by?

Who are you trying to please?

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IN OUR MOST FORMATIVE MOMENTS, IN OUR MOST VULNERABLE TIMES THERE IS A LIST OF PEOPLE WHO SHOW UP TO LET US KNOW WE'RE DOING IT WRONG.

THAT FEAR OF JUDGMENT IS CLOUDING YOUR VIEW. SURRENDER TO THE EMOTION AND YOU FIND A LITTLE CLARITY, ALLOWANCE, ACCEPTANCE.

Are you ready to live in a kind world?

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The third grade teacher who said you weren't creative.

The Mom who experienced you as a disappointment.

The boyfriend who said you were too sensitive.

This list. These people. Are they relevant in this moment?

THIS IS AN

EXPLORATION OF WHO

YOU ARE IN THIS MOMENT

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Are you ready to begin?

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Part 1

In my early 20s I did a thing that I really did not want to do.  I got married to someone that I did not love to keep a strangle hold on things that I thought I could not lose.  These things were pivotal in forming my identity which I thought I needed to protect to survive.  That identity was, the smart one, the one that was sure of herself, the one that had the most wonderful and loving relationship, the one that followed in her parent’s footsteps, the one who was good, the one who did not make mistakes, the perfect one. I met the man I married 2 months after my 18thbirthday.  It was my first weekend at college, and he was and I would imagine still is, a lovely human.  He was kind, funny, smart, cute, and adored me.  I liked him a lot and mostly enjoyed being with him.  We stayed together and after a semester or two, I went along with calling that “like” I felt for him “love”.  By the definition I learned from my parents, friends, 80s movies, and Cosmo Quizzes, what we had fit into the category of love, so I went with it.

 

This guy checked all the boxes that everyone told me should be checked and I had no idea that I could have any boxes of my own to check.  It did not occur to me to show up in my own life because to do so would have meant making waves in the relationships and systems that I allowed to define who I was.  When you stand in the water sure of the fact that making waves is a very bad idea, eventually you disappear beneath the surface.  Your story unfolds in front of you labeled and told by others and that one story becomes the only way you can live.  It is practically pre-ordained.  Physically I was in my life, but I was an empty shell of Deanne, one who only knew I should be _______ (fill in the blank with whatever attribute you would like me to have), with no access to who I was.  I would compare myself to everyone to determine if I was good or bad, okay or lost, a winner or a loser.  Duality – black or white – was the air I breathed and the terror that I would be perceived to be on the losing side controlled everything about me.  

 
 

Experience
begins with story

 
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This is

To the over stimulated and exhausted one

To the one who forgot to breathe

And the one who forgot they were magic 

 To the one who did all the things and never found the promised fulfillment       

A welcome to the tired one 

This is for the one who
yearns for home   

Invitation

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It begins with story because that is how we make meaning of our world.  We all have stories of times in our lives where we thought events were spinning out of control.  Where things had progressed too far to back out.  Where we pretended to be happy or at least OK but were not. I have an inexhaustible supply of these stories, this is a snippet of one I call,                     1st Marriage.

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