Narratives

I am the star of my narrative. I am the author of the story. I choose what I experience and how I interpret events. I receive blessings. Gifts.

(Just to note and release) before I’m writing and telling myself the facts from above I would paint myself as a loser or a victim. Trapped. Searching for a way out. List and frustrated. When I type the words above I can feel the flow of my energy shift (side note, autocorrect changed energy shift to merry shits) the energy emanates outward. Not crushingly inward.

I am the leader. I flow outwards. I am blessed and happy. I deserve. I harness the energy. Control it. I am the leader. The champion

A lot of what this post is alluding to has to do with feeling betrayed and abandoned by the WIL. And old energy from past jobs. Time for the Arizona cleaver. Or Phoenix cleaver