๐‘ป๐’‰๐’† ๐‘ซ๐’†๐’๐’•๐’Š๐’”๐’• ๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’Š๐’“

I LOVE my dentists. They have creamy soft tangerine chairs that feel fabulous. They point out what is right with my teeth. I fly two states away to see them twice a year.

Then I sit in the chair tense as an over-tuned guitar. All of me is on alert for pain.

Sheesh. Sheโ€™s just scraping my teeth. Itโ€™s fine. It wonโ€™t hurt. Itโ€™ll be over soon. All this negotiating trying to make myself feel better.

I spent the better part of an hour doing this and wishing for it to be over.

Then……I remembered that I have the ability to coach myself. Who knew?

This is not about pain. This is about the possibility of pain. I instinctively tense up to move away from it, arm myself, desire to be anywhere but this present moment, creating a miserable experience.

What if I allow the possibility of pain? even encourage it? Iโ€™ve been through pain of all kinds and survived. I can handle a poke into my gums.

Iโ€™ve got this. Iโ€™ve got my own back here.

As a matter of fact, I look forward to pain. Where is it? I believe in my resilience.

๐‘†๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž ๐‘ƒโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘›๐‘›๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐ฟ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘‘ ๐ด๐‘ ๐‘ ๐‘œ๐‘๐‘–๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘‡โ„Ž๐‘’ ๐ป๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘‘๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘†๐‘ก๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’: ๐‘‡๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘™๐‘  ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ ๐ด๐‘› ๐ด๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘ง๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐ฟ๐‘–๐‘“๐‘’, ๐‘Ž ๐ถ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘“๐‘–๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐ฟ๐‘–๐‘“๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘Š๐‘’๐‘–๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘ก ๐ถ๐‘œ๐‘Ž๐‘โ„Ž. ๐‘†โ„Ž๐‘’โ€™๐‘  ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘ ๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘ค๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘’๐‘› ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘’ 50 ๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘›๐‘‘๐‘ โ€ฆ.๐‘๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘’๐‘›๐‘ก๐‘™๐‘ฆ. ๐‘๐‘œ ๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘‘ ๐‘‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘š๐‘Ž. ๐‘๐‘œ ๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘Ÿ๐‘ข๐‘”๐‘”๐‘™๐‘’.