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Wherever YOU Go, There YOU Are.

Baggage.  We all have it.  But even worse than baggage is the story we tell ourselves on why we lug it around or need to keep up with it.
If you haven't traveled in an airport lately, let me alert you that all your extra stuff is pretty expensive to haul around.  The size and weight of it actually matters in terms of just how much you will  be shelling out to appropriate your reason for packing so much.

In less literal terms, it's nothing short of amazing how we each come up with a story on the 'why' we need to do or not do something, 'when' we need to finally get off our stalling game and get a particular thing done or 'who' is the 'real' reason as you are blocked or the reason for all the failures in our lives.

But pardon my french, and let's get real; it's all bullshit.  Your baggage, is bull$#@*.
Every reason, every story we tell ourselves keeps us further from the truth, which keeps us surrounded in the illusion of our own ego.

I was recently told by someone close to me that they needed to feel more uncomfortable and less nurtured in order to make really significant changes in life.
Now, to a degree, that's true.  When you are too comfortable in status quo you look for changes on the outside to help you shake things up.  But with a simple shift  in perception, this illusion is becomes clear. It's best to stand right where you are and rip off the bandaid to allow healing. Better yet, open the luggage and shine a light on what's inside: a lack of self discipline and little to no willpower is making this bag a bit heavy.
Thwarting oneself into a less than desirable situation will still bring the key pieces to the puzzle as to why, in the first place said baggage is heavy or the story we tell is so elaborate.

We often stay in relationships or work situations longer than we should or even have to because our ego likes to fill us with stories as to why we shouldn't change for the better.
We like make up reasons for other peoples bad behavior, often our own,  in an effort to not upset the story - which is keeping all of us from living our best possible lives.

If you started right here, right where you are, what would be inside your baggage?
What stories are weighing you down?  Tell yourself them again.
Be open to what's really going on.  Is your ego playing a trick on you?
Are you keeping yourself from living your best possible life? Because the stories as to why, when, or how you could be better are weighing you down.
Keep this in mind; where ever you go, there you are.
If you don't deal or heal what no longer serves you, it's going to become an expensive carry on.  And the story, will  only repeat itself.

Here's to truth seeking, truthbombs, and lighter luggage traveling into the holiday.
Cheers to cosmic recovery and freedom.


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