Tag: art therapy
My blog post, I Was A Promiscuous Teen: An Open Letter to All the Men from My Past (see below) has gone viral, and the response has been intense. We need to keep talking, sharing our secrets and burdens. I truly feel as though I have reclaimed my heart and my power, and I no longer feel terrified of this part of my past.
From the time I was 13 on, I was a promiscuous teen.
I’d like to say that at some point I learned from my mistakes, but after these last couple of weeks, my past came barreling back into the forefront of my brain and it is clear to me that the behaviors I learned in my teens never really ended. They went with me into my 20s, 30s, my marriage, how I parented my daughter. It’s all right there in front of me now. Like a glaring light that I just realized has been on and blinding me my whole life.
Thank you to Tiny Buddha for publishing yet another of my essays. I have really had to redefine my relationship with fear. Well...first of all, I had to figure out what it was that I was so scared of all the time. I lived my life terrified of disappointing those around me, that I wasn't good enough, that I didn't do enough... The negative self talk could continue for hours.
The adventure of becoming a West Coast Abstract Artist, has led me closer to finding my Ikigai. I have seen a few things pretty clearly over the past couple of weeks and I’m now aware of what I DO NOT want to see happen. I do not plan on being surprised by my negative thinking habits and the confusion that it can cause so here, in no particular order, are some changes that are going to be implemented immediately:
Illness, death and injury can be seen as HUGE diversions from the things we should be doing. I challenge that and suggest that perhaps being of service when our family, friends and community needs us does more good than harm. Service feeds the soul.