Apropos to what’s been written about this week.
The reasons we feel shame can be buried deep, or hiding right there – in plain sight.
Me? I’ve experienced both.
Speak its name.
It thrives in shadows, under the bed, in your junk drawer.
Once you call it out, trust me, it cannot survive.
Shame’s a wussy. You can totally kick its ass.
Big love,
Xox
Earlier this month you wrote me a note, expressing your desire to reconcile. (Dear Money)
My Darling, I never left you, you lost your faith and trust in ME.
Mistakes were made, c’est la vie!
I’m incapable of holding a grudge, yet, you doubt my devotion.
Believe me when I tell you:
I am here to help you.
I am here to support you in your endeavors.
I am trustworthy!
I can be counted on to show up in your life when needed.
There is more than enough of me to go around.
I’ll never let you down.
I want to help you, help others.
Don’t worry about me, I’m here.
XoxJanet
