
That little gal gets blamed for so much. Sheโs just doing her life, stopping for a few pushups in the sun.
Lately, I have been resenting that lizard brain of mine. Her main job is to keep me alive and, yes, survival is importantโฆ..I guess. Of course, Iโll scoot out of the way of that oncoming car. And, of course Iโll pull my hand off that hot stove (thatโs another story). But does she have to thwart all my efforts to change?
Yes.
Damn.
My little lizard is ancient. Sheโs my guardian angel of sorts, guiding me away from fatal errors. Exceptโฆ.she thinks all change equals death. Iโve got some other grey matter that knows the difference. I just need to employ it.
Exactly. Make ME the boss and my lizard brain the employee. With that arrangement, she can stay alive, and I can grow.
I can honor her efforts. I can be curious and patient and kind with her. And redirect her impulse to skitter away. Redirect that desire to something that I really want, like mental health, weight loss, peace of mind.
She doesnโt like big, scary things moving fast. She thinks just about everything is life-threatening. Good to know.
Iโve got a fist full of reassurances to help her when she wants to dash off. Let her know Iโve got this. I can keep us safe. When she settles back down, then I can look at what makes ME happy! See where we are at odds and get on with creating this amazing life. ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐โ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐ด๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ก ๐โ๐ ๐ป๐๐๐๐ค๐๐๐ ๐๐ก๐๐๐: ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ด๐ ๐ด๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐, ๐ ๐ถ๐๐๐ก๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐โ๐ก ๐ถ๐๐๐โ. ๐โ๐โ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐ข๐ก ๐ก๐๐๐โ๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ 50 ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ข๐๐๐ โฆ.๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ฆ. ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐ข๐๐๐๐.