That's All I'm Asking For...

* Two years ago, I started a new blog, Soul Aligned Scripts , which (as of this writing) consists of a whopping ONE post! It is a fantastic, true story of real joy wrapped up in my awesome ridiculousness – totally and completely ME . I wrote that during a time that I was discovering myself after years of being who I thought everyone else needed me to be, and who I needed to be to protect myself from the big-bad boogeyman, also known as my negative, scary, uncomfortable feelings . Even after experiencing such joy and learning about myself and others along the way, which brought so much sparkle into my life, it didn’t take long for me to revert back to my small self. You know, the scared, angry, resentful, controlling me that couldn’t create or maintain “sparkle” even with a warehouse full of fireworks at my disposal. Nope, I simply was not ready. I still had much to acknowledge, heal and release. That’s All I’m Asking For… is the chronicle of my most recent Dark Night of the Soul Jour

Sometime after our gifted breakfast at the hotel and getting settled at the beach, I received a message. I didn’t read it, but I just knew it was going to deliver some news or information I didn’t want to hear. If I’ve learned anything so far on this leg of my “ Dark Night of the Soul ” journey, it’s that I must allow myself to actually feel my emotions. Julie Menanno, author and licensed therapist of The Secure Relationship , discusses "What is Letting Go?" in this  Instagram post . She starts out explaining what ‘letting go’ is – letting go of control. Driving that need to control is fear, which causes us to try to avoid uncomfortable feelings, using control to prevent them. We who need control are afraid of ourselves – of our feelings. She explains further that emotion rises, peaks, and falls. ‘Letting go’ is allowing the pain to flow through you, as it will not last forever. Julie states that according to Harvard Brain Scientist, Dr. Jill Bolte Taylor, it takes about 90

“I’m going on a nomadic adventure,” my bestie explained. “You should join me in Myrtle Beach from July 31 st through August 5 th !”. I was excited for the prospect of getting the rock out of Dodge while crashing a true adventure…for about 30 seconds. That is, until I allowed this very sparkly idea she threw my way to be all but snuffed out with my emotional pain and big, grown-up responsibilities. Oh, and my own family vacation just the week prior. It seemed a ridiculous thought, but with not much more to do than book my flight and pack, a little bit of sparkle remained around this girlie trip to Myrtle Beach. Who knows?! It could just be the most fun ! And as serendipity would have it, my perceived obstacles were all taken care of without me having to do a damned thing! Flight prices went down from my first serious searches, a family commitment I needed to be in WI for was now scheduled the day after my return. My awesome pet care-takers agreed to stay on another week. I was crashi