Certified Emotion, Body, and Belief Code Practioner
Robin Michael, CECP, CBCP, CBC3P
A father is supposed to be a man you can look up to, someone you admire. For a girl, your daddy is someone that treats you like a princess, someone who loves you and comforts you. A girls’ dad is the foundation of what the man of your dreams should look like, act like, and how they should treat you.
Why do we put so much pressure on ourselves to be a certain way, act a certain way, believe a certain way?
It took me a long time to know who I am and to be comfortable in my own skin. I know who I am, but I’ve always struggled with being okay with who that is.
With last nights rain, there was a thick fog blanketing over the valley this morning, as I was driving to work.
I had an epiphany.
Being alone is one of those things where you either love it or hate it.
If you didn’t read my last blog, How comfortable is your comfort zone? You can read that here. I took my own advice and set out on an adventure, practicing baby steps…
Travelling makes me uncomfortable. I don’t have many memories of great trips or experiences in my past. They are all clouded with car sickness, boat sickness, airplane sickness, and just plain sickness for no reason. Yay me!!
I do have some pretty funny memories of being so drugged up on Dramamine that I walked into the men’s bathroom instead of the women’s. But again, I was so drugged up, I wasn’t able to participate in the humor.
So needless to say, I don’t find travelling enjoyable, and have even developed a fear of it. But I am determined to push past the restriction of my own limitations, so I tested my ability.
So, speaking of dating and understanding the male species, funny story today. There is a guy I run into on a regular basis. We talk a bit and then go on our way. But today, today he saw me, laser beamed his way to me and hijacked my bubble. There wasn’t any consideration of 3 feet of personal space. He couldn’t stand close enough to me!
Being a hopeless romantic in a hookup culture is a special kind of hell
I am not a dater. I never have been, and probably never will be. I’ve always been the relationship girl. That’s what we used to do. If you like someone, then you’re together. End of story… Not anymore.
I am at that weird stage of being too old to understand the hook up scenario, too young to be exposed to the chivalry era and smack dab in the middle of what the hell is going on?!
It’s hard to know why certain people come into your life. We’ve all heard the adage of a reason, a season, or a lifetime. We are all uniquely connected in some way or another, but there are certain people, special people, who come and change your world forever.
I have lived with anxiety for most of my life. Although, I have come leaps and bounds with it in the last few years, I know it lurks in the shadows. For those of you that struggle with anxiety and depression, know how debilitating that can be. When I am in a state of despair, I tend to close myself off.
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I have always enjoyed writing. Passing notes in class. Letters to people I would never send. Some not so great poetry, and countless diaries.
There are at least a dozen spiral notebooks laying around my house. Each are filled with to do lists, grocery lists, and things to remember. There are random pages with letters to the guy that broke my heart, or a kick ass pep talk to myself, about why I am not where I want to be. They contain motivational pieces, bucket lists, and the “new plan” that will finally change my life forever, and so on.
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Welcome! My friends and members of my tribe,
Thank you for being here!
I have been on a spiritual journey for half of my life, but I didn’t fully understand what that even meant until about 3 years ago.