Well, it’s been a hell of a year so far. Topped off by my car accident and the huge out of pocket expenses. I didn’t pay my mortgage or car payment not my office rent, but as long as all my clients shoe up this week, I can get current. This gives me a bit of satisfaction as my income is going up at the same time that my new attitude is playing out. No longer do I have to chase clients. I have more than I can handle. I have Groupon to thank for that. Only half of the people that purchase one make an appointment so that’s free money, and enough of the Groupon clients I do, most continue in with treatments. Finally got finished with the whacko diabetic that would go off on sugar high rants about how great the guy in the White House is. I finally told him after about two months that either he stop bringing soda and candy bars in or he’d be terminated. Even at the last 2 weeks before his plastic surgery he blew me off last minute. The following week, he wanted to come in and I said I had no openings and best wishes for successful surgery. Adios.
I’m certain that the soul recovery work I did with my Shaman is genuine. A lot of sexually abused women have a sense that they are not complete, that some way of connecting to the wider world is missing. I never felt authentic. I doubted that my compassion and empathy were genuine. My Shaman told me my soul was in pieces and they were floating outside of me. She summoned celestial beings called Palladian to come and sew the pieces together. She said it would take a long time for them to do that. I guess it was about 6 months when she told me it was intact and whenever I felt ready she would guide it back into me. I resisted this for I had no idea what it feels like to have a soul. Would I suddenly feel less burdened? Well, in a word, yes. Even with all the emotional and financial problems I’ve had this month, I’ve coped well. Not perfect, but not self destructive either. I was able to work full days. Frustrated, angry, worried, anxious to be headed into debt, but at the same time I found myself able to comfort myself, to imagine my worries as a clump of crap that I put out on the front porch and told myself to let it be away from me. All I can do is go to work and make money, I can’t be ending up in the fetal position cancelling clients and generally being negative. For some miraculous reason I’ve been able to think rationally, to stay in the present. Very few nightmares, I’m using less Xanax and sleeping pills.
I think my soul is working. I feel like I’m tethered to the Earth.