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I’m so grateful to be doing what I love.
It doesn’t feel wrong to admit that as much as I do. What keeps us from repeating such sincere phrases over and over? Do they lose meaning the more you say them out loud? Does it become less powerful? Or does it become part of yoU? Now, instead of saying it out loud, it exists in every cell in your body?
They say you are what you eat. I think so, too. I think we are what we eat, what we say, what we watch, who we spend time with, what we listen to, etc. etc. I think everything we experience is a part of us. So, when we do what we love, those things strengthen who we are and our own capacity for love. And when we express how grateful we are, we strengthen our capacity for gratitude.
God, the source, has an endless capacity for all things good. In creating a greater capacity for ourselves in these ways, we get closer to Him, closer to that sincere goodness.
So, I’m trying to practice these even if it feels redundant. Even if I’ve said it already today. Even if I told someone I loved them yesterday. Why can’t I say it again? Why does it lose value? Why doesn’t it gain rapport?
Do things genuinely. Do not force your gratitude, your care, or your heart. This is where it loses meaning. Where we say one thing but don’t feel it at all in our soul. But then we have to consider why something may feel like it’s losing meaning. Usually, it has nothing to do with whether or not we are actually feeling those things but if doubt settles in. If we hesitate in our own honesty. We ask ourselves “Am I really?” or “Is this true for me or am I just saying it?”. We question our own thoughts, feelings, intentions. We overthink.
In rest, we get to experience ourselves without pressure. Without someone watching (or us watching ourselves). Without a time restraint. Without parameters. We are simply in existence without judgement. This is why rest is so important.
Everything in moderation.
If we end up too restful, almost lazy, we stop thinking in general.
We need to strike the right balance of thought, of work, of play.
Once we get that right, we can start just existing all the time.
Peace and Love,
Perlizbeth
