So, I’m closing in on surgery for the tumour in my boob. Today, tomorrow – and then it’s time to remove it. And for some reason, I am getting really, really nervous. Very close to fearful and terrified. I think what I fear the most is the surgery itself. I’ve...
This is exclusevely focused on the lump I found in my left boob, which turned out to be a tumour. Breast cancer. It’s quite something to take in, to process, but I have enormous loads of gratitude in this odd situation. Let’s get started.
At the moment, I have very good reason to look over my belief system – and more importantly, the stories I have about myself, and the agreements I have made with and about myself. The reason being the lump I found in my boob earlier this summer.
Today’s gratitude will be focused on the relationship I’ve had with the englishman living in Uppsala, for the past seven months. It’s been a long, long time since I dabbled in these things, and while this one didn’t work out – I still learned a thing or two from it....
So, I broke my own promise to do an entire week of gratitude, before I even got halfway through. 😀 I got caught up in some other stuff (Thomas är Tone), and completely forgot. But here we go, continuing with some gratitude.
Despite the fact that it seems like it’s been a day inbetween, I’ve only slept once since last post. It just happened to be past midnight, and I haven’t gone to bed yet. So let’s get started with what I feel grateful for today.
This is day 2 of my week of writing down things I am grateful for. Today and tomorrow will likely be difficult for me, because it is superhot outside, and my apartment gets equally hot – with nowhere to escape, which is extremely annoying when your body cannot regulate temperatures...
Perhaps it’s time for me to start writing down some of the things I’m grateful for. I’ve done this for periods of my life, but it’s been quite a while. I think I’d like to go for it – and I’ll start by doing it daily for a week. We’ll...
Something I’ve noticed lately is that in the absence of my guides, I’ve begun to rely more on all the other versions of myself. All the lives I’ve lived, everything that is ME in this life, and everyone who will become future versions of ME.
I have so many dreams of how I want to live my life. I also have an equal amount of disappointments, since very few of said dreams has come true, or are likely to come true. The subject of this post – letting go, is heavily inspired by a friend...
