My stomach was knotting up, my throat was dry like it has never been before in the past... right from the back of my mouth down into my chest into my power chakra. I knew I needed to read "Boundless" out loud to the women in this room, to decloak.
I can't believe it... yes I can. I revealed my most deepest, darkest, secret to this group of women... and it wasn't so bad.
I didn't get laughed at, they didn't get up and leave appalled and disgusted, I didn't die from shame and humiliation. Again, this is a boundary that I imposed upon myself with my worry and concern over society's hang ups. What other people think of me is not my business... except for when I make it my business...bounds...limitations... boundaries... boxes.
Man, I talk a good talk and I still have / created boxes in my life. Boxes I built to keep in and control the shame and humiliation I imagined there would be, if I really decloaked and let everyone see the real me.
I don't need boxes in my life. I don't want, won't allow myself to be bound any longer. Just get over myself and get on with it. Live it. Claim it. Own it. Engage.
Where else in my life am I hanging onto something, box, bound, strategy, label... that is taking up space and not allowing room for growth?
What can I get rid of that no longer serves me?
Shame...
Guilt...
Silence...
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