The times when I show up ‘less skillfully’ in life, it’s usually because I’m not aware of some part of me that has momentarily taken over. Some undesirable pieces of me that I might have deemed as bad or unworthy and stuffed down eons ago might spill out in the stressful moments of life when I get squeezed.
Can I love those parts, even when they pour out unexpectedly like abandoned, forgotten children and make a royal mess of everything? The boxed-up anger, the unexpressed rage, the painful self-doubt…Can I welcome them and hear what they might have to say? They are not a problem, in and of themselves. The only problem is the ignorance of their existence. ♥