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Breaking Open
The more work I do on myself the more I witness myself navigate in between worlds. The defensive nature of the ego. The protective armor of anger. The softness of surrender. The peace and tranquility of permissive imperfection.
I am currently one third of the way through a training in compassionate inquiry. Since becoming a coach 7 years ago I have completed several more yoga trainings, a forest therapy training, some shamanic training, and now my deepest trauma healing dive yet; the psychotherapy technique of a compassionate inquiry therapist.
I have been granted the gift of looking where my own mirror is in need of cleaning. Triggered. At the work that seems to never end.
Aware of how in the past my agenda or desire to need to connect my clients points for them reflects my own lack of confidence. In them. In Myself.
I am currently baring witness to my own breaking open.
I have had repressed childhood memories come up. I have witnessed my own egos defense mechanisms.
Mostly I have watched my own personal perserverance. That when it comes to deep healing work I just don’t have quit in me.
There is a solace that comes with being on your 38th year of life where you learn the importance of leaning in rather than turning away. Whether to yourself or another.
