So, I was watching a film (some rom com), and there was conversation about opening up a can of worms/ pandoras box, but the lady in the movie was too scared incase of what she might find,
It got me thinking of the concept of this internal box…
So let me remind a little…
I have been having thoughts about what would happen if instead of being in flight and flight, instead of letting anxiety rule most of my life most of the time, I slowly, gradually, wholeheartedly invested in myself?
No, if’s, no buts, no what ifs? No safety nets incase external influences I have experienced in my life telling me I’m rubbish, can’t do shite, I haven’t grasped something, I ain’t got what it takes, I need thicker skin, I’m too sensitive for ‘this’ industry etc were there to chop my legs of to hold me back? Or trigger and confirm my rejection sensitivity disorder into thinking, that I am in fact, not good enough, and never will be?
What would happen if I actually said yes to believing in myself, for ME?
Slowly, gradually, opening up every little internal box within and gently exploring what is inside. Every layer. The known, the less exposed and the unknown.
Imagine what that would look like? What that may open? Who I may become from here? What layers of myself may open? What I may discover?
Shall we start, Kay?
