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Let’s Be Human Together

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Truth Byte #10: Stop pretending to have your shit together.

Finally, I confessed. After standing in front of the crowd for three hours in my heels, watching them laugh and resist and quickly wipe away the stray tear, I confessed. I had been holding back. Here I was, the facilitator of a personal development workshop on Boundaries, and people were supposed to be letting go and opening up, and healing.

But I had not actually felt one thing all morning.

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What Does Your Crown Cost?

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Truth Byte #9: Not everyone deserves your time.

Have you ever wanted to be a princess? How about a super-hero? I have. And it hasn’t really gone away as I grow older.

Take Sunday, for example. I was over-booked into family commitments: Beavers for the boy followed immediately (and in another part of town) by a birthday party for the girl. Now, just to clarify, Sunday is usually our lazy day, the day we say no to everything, and spend the day just lounging in our pjs with cartoons and novels and family snuggle time. But we had said yes, and I don’t like breaking promises. Plus I heard a rumour that I may see a princess today.

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Fired by Noon

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Truth Byte #8: Stop complaining and do something about it.

Ten minutes until appointment time. The room is ready, I am taking my mandatory ten deep breaths to clear my head and get aligned for the next client. Bracing myself as I am about to launch into five more back-to-back counselling sessions, followed by a movie night at the local elementary school and a sleepover at my house. It’s going to be a big day.

The watch ticks on. I post quickly on Facebook to promote my next event in a another city. Tick, tock, tick, tock. It’s time! But she isn’t here. And now she is five minutes late…ten….fifteen, finally we hit the 20 minute lateness mark. This one is going to be a no-show.

Guess God read my mind and fit in a lunch break for me.

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The New Four-Letter Word

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Truth Byte #8: Prayer is not a negotiation.

This weekend, I witnessed a tidal wave of miracles. I watched a man who had bad luck most of his life, fall to his knees and ask to know God. I watched women who were bent over by the weight of their lives stand up straight and claim partnership with the Goddess. I saw children literally grow up before my eyes as the adults that they had become recovered from the past and started waking up to the lives that they had created. All because they were willing to be wrong about God.

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There is No Other Shoe

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Truth Byte #6: It’s only too good to be true because you keep jinxing it.

In in modern times, many of us have replaced traditional religious frameworks with a new system of understanding our life events: the game of chance. We turned away from a belief in rewards and punishments doled out from some entity in the sky, and have started believing instead in a casino model of life. And this model also has certain rules. We say things like: “You are so lucky!” and “Just my luck” and “I guess his luck ran out”. We have these strange superstitions like “Bad things come in threes” and “It’s just a matter of time until (fill in your bad event here)”.  And many of us, when things are going well, find ourselves waiting for the other shoe to drop.

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Healing Relationships

You are a naturally social creature. But you are also a private being that needs time alone to reflect and re-charge. You will have a personal balance point of how much you want to be around others and how much alone-time you need. But whether you are a social butterfly or a wall-flower, how you interact with the people around you tells you something important about your belief system.


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