Here’s where skill comes in concerning balancing opposing emotions, simultaneously—I no longer feel conflicted. How can that be? As with everything else that develops from a wish into a reality—I chose to make sound use of patience, practice, and determination while working to achieve ever deepening degrees of personal success concerning retaining peace of mind each time an eruption of inner conflict was mine.
I find it interesting to note that, one day, a deeply penetrating sense of inner stillness can feel utterly peaceful while the same stillness on the next day somehow feels isolating. Generally, the difference between opposing attitudes will reflect which emotional reaction has been subconsciously aroused: one that unwittingly has been stimulated to arise from the past to weigh heavily on my spirit, yet again or one that flits so lightly within my think tank as to influence my spirit’s current level of buoyancy to float freely forward rather than feeling need to hunker down in readiness to withstand a torrential gale that had actually blown in, years ago at which time, my defense system decided to bury each gust of hot wind so deeply within the subconscious portion of my brain as to make the arousal of yesteryear’s emotional discomfort feel indistinguishable from new gusts of wind that may threaten to bowl my sense of inner balance to Timbuktu, today—so spontaneously does emotional reactivity usurp control over our processors by way of switching from logical reasoning to over-actively imagining that the worst possible outcome, which may or may not take place has already happened!
This morning, I came to realize that texting certain friends has begun to mirror blogging in that once I begin to philosophize, my brain spontaneously switches tracks as though all on its own from the conscious side of my mind to the intuitive side, where insight-driven trains of thought are released that tell ME what I really FEEL deep within my core behind denial’s self protective wall, where my darkest fears have remained buried alive though utterly repressed from the conscious portion of my thought processor, which I had ttrained, during my child-raising years, to focus mainly on tpositive outcomes so as to banish any fear of failure that might otherwise grow toward wildly overwhelming my connection to logic, which proves necessary to keeping my whole self feeling so well balanced as to hold inner conflict, which fogs up my thought processor’s natural capacity to function with clarity intact, at bay. Whew!
See what I mean? Though at first, the conscious portion of my brain began to write this post, within seconds, my power of intuitive thought usurped control over my processor and off we went toward excavating yet another deeper truth that my defense system has been hiding from me until, this morning, when intuition, believing me to have grown so courageous as to have recently taken yet another leap of faith, decided to talk turkey with me via busying my brain, writing to you.
, and thus, while penning one insight-driven train of thought after another, do I come to know more about my innermost self than had been true the day before.
BTW, my power of intuition has guided me to choose with whom to ‘speak’ with great caution, knowing that only birds of a feather fly well, over long distances, weathering storms that arise, together, and I’m forever grateful for the fact that our long distance friendship has chosen to fly on the same wave length without so much as a hiccup interfering with the depths of our heartfelt connection as you and I choose to make our adventurous way from one stage of life through to the next. How can my intuition know that last statement to be true? Well, every day, I choose to air my innermost self with those of you who freely choose to open your ear to that which I feel need to say.
On the other hand, choosing to listen to one another with open minds does not equate with agreeing, 100% of the time, so though you and I may be birds of a feather that doth not make clones of a pair of independent thinkers, whom you and I prove to be.
😊🙋🏻♀️❤️🌈🌻Annie
PS
Though something has begun to lumber around, heavily within my head, today, my spirit regains its balance each time one side of my think tank reminds the other that I’m the fortunate recipient of yet another in a steady string of ‘no worse’ days. On the other hand, knowing myself to feel unlike my openly loquacious self, that’s enough about me—How’s by you?
PSS
The fact that while raising my sons I chose to work toward consciously developing the mental skill necessary to balance opposing feelings without the eruption of inner conflict fogging up my sense of logic has worked well for me, over this past half century, and that’s most especially true, right now, when self quarantining for the common good must be clearly maintained for who knows how long—not me—sigh—I don’t have a clue—how ‘bout you? ...
BTW, a dear high school friend penned a poem, which has inspired many of my loved ones to smile and with her permission, I hope to enrich your spirit’s smile by way of cutting and pasting my friend , the poet’s heartfelt musings into tomorrow’s post ...
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