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The Road to Integration: Self-Acceptance and Acknowledging your Shadow Self

The idea is to be integrated mind, body and soul.

The idea is to be integrated mind, body and soul.

Greetings, All!

I have been gone for a little over one month, and in the meantime I have been making some significant observations of things in my world and trying to make sense of it all. One of the things I have been introduced to – my older sister schooled me on this one – is the idea of my shadow self. My shadow self, as I understand it, consists of my darker self, the part of me I’m not particularly proud and fond of, that part of me that I perceive as repulsive to the world, or (with pinkies up and lips twisted) behavior unbecoming of a civilized human being. Hmph. My shadow self consists of repressed emotions that I choose to hide from myself and others because they’re uncomfortable. And when they do show up, I subconsciously project them onto others and then criticize these “others” because it’s easier for the ego to criticize others than to look critically at itself… Continue reading

An Analysis of Change: Learning to Let Go to Move Forward (Just Like You Do on Monkey Bars)

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“Let go. Why do you cling to pain? There is nothing you can do about the wrongs of yesterday. It is not yours to judge. Why hold on to the very thing which keeps you from hope and love?” ~Leo Buscaglia

In my personal experiences with trying to change things about myself and my life that were no longer useful I came to realize that I was hindering my own growth and positive change by refusing to let go. It’s a weird paradox, you know, this business of letting go to move forward. I’ve always had this idea that I was obligated to remember things of my past, whatever was still accessible to my conscious mind, whatever was embedded deeply in my emotional memory because these things were there and wouldn’t go away, so they were supposed to be there, right? Even though many of these experiences, feelings, things of my past were uncomfortable to recall, scary, limiting, outdated, outgrown, painful, subjugating, I still believed that they were supposed to be there, supposed to be recalled, supposed to be relived, supposed to be held on to. After all, they made me who I am, right? I thought, These memories or ill-feelings will always be with me, I need these things to move forward because they are me and I am them, right? Absolutely WRONG.

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