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I feel better writing this in the old style the classical pen & paper, but, I'm using my laptop 'cause it feels like writing on the go. Bear with me regarding any grammar issues (advanced ones, typos and the rest). So, I can recall my dance instructor giving me a great advice: "I see your eyes diverting, you look so distant. When you find your truth look at it."
At that time I was a bit lost. Didn't know anything about Shadow Work journaling, none of this stuff. How to find this truth? Within me, yeah, a simple answer. I didn't know how to do it. A lost woman in terms of awareness and self-care. Listen, self-care sometimes has nothing to do with beauty. Getting all dressed up and stuff, I needed an internal cleansing. Inner hygiene of the mind or spirit too if that's the case.
Today, I think to myself: Truth meant intuition. Guts. Feelings. All of this and what I'm passionate [general approach]. It's coming down on me, to know what I want and what I intend to let go. What feelings do I feed the most and what I don't pay attention. Time to wake up.
Do you struggle go move on? I've been suffering with a betrayal. Can't really tell you I'm used to it, I'd be lying. If I'm THIS used to it why does it hurt or just laugh at it and say I did see it coming? Not over it. I do hold grudges. I do avoid the ones who caused me this harm like a Demon (or Vampire) fleeing the Holy Cross. Don't want anything to do with them, just get back the peace they once took from me. I'm not one to make somebody's life a living hell even if there are times I wish I did. Out of anger.
There's a new road for everyone. Wonder why I'm not following this? Or starting just now? Time. Not for me to know only when there is alignment.
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