My untrue thinking of the morning:
If I work 7 days a week for 12 hours a day I cannot fail.
This thinking doesn't serve me...doesn't fuel the child in me that knows true success is born from true joy. It merely keeps me addicted to fear. (My fear tells me that I'm probably going to fail. But working to compensate my fear doesn't make the fear go away. It perpetuates its untrue truth.)
So I'm off! ~ To brunch at the Red Derby with my very best friends, which I almost withheld from myself this fine Sunday morning so I could work work work. I'm off ~ to rejoice in the only life there is!
Have you let fear take grip on your joy? If so, can we try breaking our addictions together? Starting now? In one tiny step? By playing?