tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85367483964927692732024-02-02T22:03:14.492+11:00KarlosophiesA wise old owl once said....Karlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17863180811146009322noreply@blogger.comBlogger252125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536748396492769273.post-6045768886831638172016-08-01T18:15:00.000+10:002016-08-01T18:15:38.940+10:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<img align="left" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w351/laurenjh04/Karly%20Nimmo/sigyellow.png" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" />Karlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17863180811146009322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536748396492769273.post-57081861604132591372013-01-11T15:41:00.001+11:002013-01-11T15:44:26.160+11:00Get over yourselfRecently, it's fair to say, I've let myself slip. The past few months have been incredibly tough - in fact, since I've moved back I've struggled. Struggled with fitting in... struggled with self image... struggled with relationships... struggled with myself.<br />
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Lately, after a trip to Melbs and a good chat with family who saw the depression returning thick and fast, I've come home committed to getting myself back on track.<br />
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Many things I was passionate about I've totally dropped the ball on. Depression, for me, really is disconnection... from myself. It creeps back in when I become unaligned with my values. It's a nasty circle - the things you need to do to pull yourself out, you don't feel like doing. For me, it's a lonely and shitty trip down self hate street. The worse I feel, the less I do, the less I do the more I dislike myself, the worse I feel and so on.<br />
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I've been throwing a massive pity party for myself of late... interestingly, I've also been throwing actual parties and events that no one has shown up to... which has perpetuated my personal pity party - reinforcing my poor self worth.<br />
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Sometimes the hardest part about having the knowledge I've gained through my journey is being aware that I am the creator of my experience. That lessons will repeat until we learn the lesson. That I've attracted this back into my life for a reason... and owning that without beating myself up about it.<br />
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I won't bore you with the details, but let's just say the past year I've been under quite high levels of stress. Amongst other things I've struggled to fit back into my old life (which doesn't suit me at all anyway) and I've opened a new business which I've thrown every cent I have into (and some of the banks) and it's been a slow start. This, added to the fact I haven't been using all my wonderful tools for dealing with stress, has led me to the brink of a meltdown.<br />
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One of the main issues I'm dealing with is my feelings of resentment. One of the greatest tools I have is my ability (which I worked very hard on) to see another's point of view and always come from compassion... however, that's recently been replaced with resentment. I've had a few people let me down recently, or not give me back as much as I've given them.<br />
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I really need to 'get over myself'... I also now understand that this has all been reflecting back to me the way I've been feeling about myself. It's an outward reflection of my inner self. I've been letting myself down, not giving myself enough credit and really not showing myself the same level of compassion I'd been showing others.<br />
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I need to get back to a place where I can give without expectation, accept without question and love without condition... and how can I do this? <br />
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Drop expectations - from myself and others.<br />
Live in the moment and get back in my body - which I usually start by setting a buzzer each hour and checking in with myself.<br />
Do more of the things I love... just because they make me feel good.<br />
And through extending myself the same courtesy, and kindness, as I do to others.<br />
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I feel the best when I'm doing things for others, and I LOVE helping people get back on track and creating spectacular lives. In fact, it's the very reason I started my new business. <br />
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However, with all the bills and stress that I've piled on myself I lost that focus. This morning I was reminded after reading a random email (funny how the things you need find a way of making their way to you just in time) something shifted. Then, the phone rang. It was a guy wanting to start following his heart in his business but not really knowing where to start. Bingo. <br />
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Time to reconnect, refocus and refresh. Pressing the enter button on a new start now.<br />
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Micko and I hit the sack early last night (surprise, surprise... you'd think we were collecting the old age pension if you know what time we ate dinner and went to bed). Micko brought to bed a catalogue he found in this weeks 'That's Life' magazine (in which I feature in the 'speedy reads' section - very dramatically written, not by myself). It provided us with at least a good hour of entertainment and here are some high points:<br />
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I dropped a friend at the airport this arvo... then I made a mad dash to the bank to put a couple of cheques that have been burning a hole in my wallet into my account.<br />
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I looked at my watch, 10 to 4. Sweet! Just made it. <br />
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Walked in the door and 'ding' - my hourly alarm for my check in exercise went off. I looked at my watch, 3.50pm. Then I looked at my phone and it actually just after 4pm.<br />
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I'd made it into a bank after 4pm!?! And the guy who served me was a total dude. That shit doesn't happen to me. I'm usually the person who gets to the bank to find them locking the door. Not this time!<br />
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As I walked back to the car I thought how effing awesome it was to have luck on my side today! I took a moment to celebrate the small victory. Something totally went my way.<br />
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Then I thought about all the good little things that happen in a day... <br />
even on a bad day there is magic and beauty and things going your way... if you are willing to look for them. <br />
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And some days it's that little thing that turns your day from utter shite to pure delight.<br />
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A text from a friend, a sea eagle perched unfazed 10 metres away while I'm on my daily run, a random dog coming to say hello or my own dog placing his head on my lap, my thoughtful husband coming home armed with chocolate... magic is happening all around me.<br />
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I <em>am</em> lucky! I might not have won major in the lotto, or a Boystown house... <strong>yet... </strong>but I have these little victories every single day.<br />
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So, I'm going to focus on what's going right in my life, not what's going wrong.<br />
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I'm taking the time to celebrate the little victories... after all, in the words of Meredith Grey (yes, quoting Greys Anatomy... I'm not even going to back that up with a justification):<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">A couple of days back I had a temporary lapse of sanity. I jumped to a misinformed conclusion (I guess one might call it a massive assumption - you know, the mother of all fuck ups) and I felt a surge of anger rise through me. Usually, in my right mind, I'd think about why I had that thought, consider if it were true, how I might approach the situation and see both sides (well, all sides) of the scenario. I'd then diplomatically proceed with caution.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">This time... no. I just pounced! I didn't consider anything... that perhaps I'd jumped to the wrong conclusion because of the amount of pressure I've been under... that this person would not intentionally hurt me. I turned into a victim of the highest order and paranoid delusional freak. I acted without thinking of the consequences. I acted in anger. I acted passive aggressively and wanted to make this person feel guilty. I acted this out through an IM on facebook. Low! </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">The very second I hit enter... I felt immediate regret. Something clicked. What had I done? I had acted in malice. I apologised, I apologised and I apologised. I cried, and I cried, and I cried. I was still crying when I went to bed that night. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">There were lots of outside factors that brought me to this breaking point. None of which are excuses, but they do help me to understand why I acted out. Something needed to shift. I could feel myself slowly falling back into dum... dum... dummmmmm... depression. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Part of my melt down happened because I'd taken on responsibility for another persons feelings. I was trying to avoid this.. and do that... just to make her feel okay. But it was making me miserable. I was beginning to resent it... and her. I misdirected this anger towards someone completely undeserving. If I really think about it, I do this quite a bit. I don't often let people know when I'm struggling for fear of worrying them.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Yeah... I know, letting people dictate how I feel. See it's great to have all this knowledge, but when you are drowning in your own thoughts it's really hard to find a clear track out of that space. Today I realised I'm only human and it's okay to have dropped the ball momentarily. Something needed to shift, obviously, and I feel like I've moved a big tree from the road ahead. I was shitting myself that I was falling into depression again... thankfully I saw the signs and was able to put in place some rescue strategies. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I'm going to let the walls down. Truly make myself vulnerable. It's okay not to be perfect and have your shit together all the time. Hell, it's everyone's story. I'm certainly no alone on the struggle front. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I've understood and implemented the 'everyone is fighting their own battle', but this morning it really hit home EVERYONE (including ME) is fighting their own battle. Doesn't matter whether it's someone who seems to have it all - the uber rich and famous, the friend of facebook that seems to be living the dream, the person sitting next to you in the office, or train, or standing behind you in the supermarket, or myself, EVERYONE comes from their experience and inner battles. So, I'm going to forgive myself my indiscretion and move forward with love and compassion - not just for everyone else, but also for me. It's true, we are our own worst critic. What would I say if a friend made a mistake? Don't worry. You are a good person with a good heart. Take what you can from this and move on. Let yourself off the hook.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I pride myself on being open and honest, and for the most part I am. But I fear rejection and judgement just like everyone else. Shame most of it actually comes from within... what's going on around me is a reflection of what's going on within.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">When I got up this morning I saw a facebook status of a girl I recently met. A couple of years ago her husband broke his neck playing football. She is not only a Mum, a full time carer, a volunteer in the women's network but she also runs her own business. Incredibly inspiring.... anyway, here was her status:</span></div>
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Tomorrow we're headed to the gold coast hospital to have a consultation with a plastic surgeon who specialises in muscle and tendon transfers for peeps with spinal cord injury ... hmmmm, talking about splitting the bicep and putting it into the wrist or hand so that hopefully one finger or thumb might work.<br />
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Would be a long and somewhat unpleasant process, with a difficult recovery, but if it came off and was a success - wow what a difference having a finger or thumb that worked would be!<br />
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Like, being able to pick your own nose?!!! :-)<br />
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Oh, and if you want to know more - there's an awesome website with heaps of video's that quad's have posted<a href="http://www.spinalpedia.com/"><span style="font: normal normal normal 13px/normal 'Courier New'; text-decoration: underline;">http://www.spinalpedia.com/</span></a></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">So I'm making some changes. Focusing on the things that make me feel good - for a start. Today I've set my alarm to go off every hour and I'm taking a moment to check in and shift. How am I? Emotionally, spiritually, physically? What needs to shift between now and the next buzzer to make my day even better? I'm 5 buzzers in and feeling good. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I'm going to be open to allowing good things in my life. I'm gong to be kind and gentle to others and myself. I'm going to be unashamedly me. In one particular aspect of my life I've been a prisoner of my bad experiences... but they do not dictate my future unless I allow them to. </span></div>
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Lately I've been feeling a little isolated... and lonely. This is not a new feeling. <br />
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I first became properly acquainted with isolation when I moved to the Mid North Coast. I knew no-one, worked from home and was suffering from depression. I was isolated - geographically, emotionally, spiritually and mentally. <br />
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When I moved back to Byron I had anticipated to be back 'where I belong'. I'd be surrounded by friends and family and it would be an end to my isolation. Social occasions would be a plenty... there would be no time for loneliness. <br />
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I felt just as lonely and isolated as before. In fact, more so. I missed my wayward bunch of friends I'd slowly collected over the three years I spent in Nambucca. I'd worked so hard on myself and pushing my boundaries. I became a new and improved version of me. Hanging with people who inspired me.... and I, in return, inspired them. It was easy to be the best version of me. No one had any pre-concieved ideas of who I was. I was the 'right here, right now' me. But then, I moved back. In some ways it was like stepping back in time... to the person I used to be. The person I'd worked so hard to leave behind.<br />
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I struggled a little. Felt somewhat like I was starting... again! Learning to meld the two me's into one.<br />
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I realised that isolation (unless extremely geographical - like living in the middle of the antarctic) is an outward expression of inner reflection. The world is my mirror. What was this reflecting to me? I had isolated myself... from myself. I had buried the old me. I didn't like her very much anymore. She was everything I had worked so hard to move on from. She was judgemental. She had very little compassion. She was a bit of a gossip... and a lot of a bitch. She just wasn't me anymore. But I could feel her bubbling up to the surface once back in her natural habitat. I was trying as hard as I could to swallow her down. </div>
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Then, a friend of mine came to visit. An old Byron friend who moved away - coincidentally, she came to the Bali Retreat. My worlds collided once more. She knew both of me. She'd been a part of my life prior to my work on self... and she knew, and loved, the new me. However, she also knew and loved the old me.</div>
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We are one and the same. While the new me always tries to come from compassion and without judgement she wasn't extending the same courtesy to herself. The new me needed to give the old me a break. After all, she had been hurt... and was hurting.. and it was her (or me) who started the healing process.</div>
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She and I... we've done the work. We'd let go of the past and forgiven those that who had hurt me, only now I finally included myself on the list. Thankfully, my journey has given me the tools to recognise and overcome those parts, the beliefs, that no longer serve me. Coming back to the start, doesn't mean you are back at the start. I'm not the acorn... I'm a healthy tree starting to sprout leaves... there is no going back now. </div>
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I got out of the house on the hill. I braved Byron on a Friday night. I went back for more on the Sunday night. I saw old friends I had long forgotten. I saw the recognition on their faces... a genuine warm welcome home smile. I remembered all that I had loved about this place. All it takes here is to be a friend of a friend and you are treated like family. A 'you look really familiar' and it's like you are a long lost sister. <br />
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I had found 'home' once again.<br />
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Because I had come home... to me.<br />
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<img align="left" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w351/laurenjh04/Karly%20Nimmo/sigyellow.png" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" />Karlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17863180811146009322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536748396492769273.post-33337783615223877472012-04-27T19:25:00.002+10:002012-04-27T19:25:49.777+10:00Pushing the boundariesIt's funny how things happen. As I finished writing my last post, after having the epiphany by the pool, I took my laptop back to the room, chucked on my swimmers and went for a swim. Two Aussies and two Brits starting chatting and I heard them mention Byron Bay. So I spoke up... told them I lived in the area and joined in on the conversation.... two hours later I was a total prune and completely water logged but happy to have chimed in, pushed a boundary and made some friends.<br />
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Now, we are headed out to dinner tonight - the five of us. <br />
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I'm happy as a pig in shit today. After meeting these ladies, I headed out on my own for a look around. One of them had told me about a gorgeous Day Spa called Spa Bali and gave me a brochure. So, I walked around the streets of Seminyak and eventually stumbled across the place. I've booked in for a 2 hour treatment - which includes a full body massage, a scrub and a flower bath. Can't wait!<br />
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On my way back, I realised I hadn't had lunch and I happened across a vegetarian cafe (Zulu - on JL Camplung Tanduk) that served healthy, mostly raw foods. Delish, cheap and super friendly. If I hadn't given myself a rule that I wasn't to eat in the same place twice (I'm a creature of habit and would eat all three meals in the safety of the hotel compound otherwise) I'd be back there again tomorrow! Comes HIGHLY recommended - from me anyway.<br />
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Learning so much about myself already... and I haven't even arrived at the retreat yet. <br />
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Loving live... loving Bali... and loving myself right now.<br />
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All is good in the hood.<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Sure I have the distractions of iPad games and a mag or two to keep my occupied, but these things struggle to keep my attention for too long, so a great deal of the time I’ve sat still and thought. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">For quite some time I searched desperately for my ‘purpose’. I felt some kind of sense of entitlement... that this life was mine and I had been put here to do something huge. It plagued me daily. So I headed off on a soul search.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I believed I was destined for greatness... and I guess I perceived that as fame and fortune. I mean, it had to be something kind of Oprah big... so much pressure I’d placed on myself. Hard to live up to an expectation of that level of success. Own. Worst. Enemy.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Somehow, I knew inside that my purpose came from doing things that made me happy. I felt the two were intrinsically linked. So I looked externally for the answers. I also looked internally... but it was difficult when I felt so disconnected from myself. I didn’t know what made me happy - hell, at times I couldn’t even recognise what happiness was. Without recognising happiness, it was really difficult to figure out what made me feel it.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">In my garage, packed in one of the many boxes, I found an old school journal from around age 10. Here, in this totally 80‘s contact covered exercise book, I would find the answers I had searched so far and wide for.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">And, there, I did find it... only, it wasn’t quite what I was looking for. ‘I love dancing, singing and writing, but I don’t think anyone else thinks I’m good, so I don’t do them in front of anyone’. It was like being hit in the face with a 4x4. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">My entire life I’ve been basing my success on what other people thought of me. I’ve held their opinion in much higher esteem than my own. And I’ve held myself back, time and time again, for fear of being judged... for fear of not being the best. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Then I realised, I do these things... when I write. My life is practically an open book. I’m honest and I write from the heart. Whilst I might hold back on the dance floor until I’m shitfaced... or sing full pelt only when I’m by myself in the car (or with Micko) but when I write I put it all out there for public scrutiny. Now, I’m probably not the best writer in the world, but in this circumstance it doesn’t matter. I don’t write for everyone else, I write for me. I write because it’s an outlet... and it’s the one thing I did, even through the very depths of depression... I write because I love to write. <b><i>I write because it makes me happy.</i></b></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Success is subjective. These days, for me, it’s living a life aligned with my values. It’s being true to myself. It’s pushing through the boundaries and beliefs that hold me back. It’s being vulnerable, kind and considerate and it’s living a life filled with integrity, love and joy. It’s having the courage to do the things you love... being who you are... and being happy with that. It’s living in the moment, content with what you have and knowing, even if nothing else was to change, that it’s enough.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">So, I’m on the plane on my way to Bali for Krista Jane’s Boom Boom Pow retreat. To say I’m a little nervous is an understatement. And it’s probably not for the reasons one would assume. In fact, it’s nothing to do with the retreat at all. I’m not anxious about what I’ll discover about my self or being introduced to new people or Bali belly or being mugged or trying new things, but for something most people would consider blissful. I’m flying in by myself and spending two days on my own...</span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I’ve never been a fan of my own company - something I’ve certainly been working on over the past 3 years. I didn’t like my own company because I didn’t really like me very much. Being alone was something that scared the shit out of me. What would I do? Would I go crazy hearing my thoughts go round and round and round? What would happen to me without the distraction of others? How could I do things on my own? And why would I do them just to please myself anyway? It always seems more fun and less scary when there is someone else around.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I’ve always been envious of those people who go on a holiday and within 5 minutes they’ve made a bunch of new friends - who they are inviting out to dinner or drinks. This has never been me. In fact, I’m very rarely on the receiving end of these people either. Sometimes I think I’m invisible if I’m on my own. Even as a child I’d stay in caravan parks, see all the kids running around together and wish they would come ask me to play. I’d plan how to make an in with the crowd, but never act upon it. People often mistake this shyness for snobbiness... but it’s rarely the case.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I’m a people person... but I’m also a ‘familiar people’ person. I like being around people and once I’m introduced to someone I’m fine, but I have a real fear of approaching and striking up a convo - I could probably count the amount of times I’ve done it on one hand (perhaps even one finger). People who know me find this quite unbelievable. They might not even realise I leave the stranger approaching up to them. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I’m outwardly confident and quite outgoing so they would probably never guess that even the sheer thought of initiating contact with a stranger makes me quiver with fear. Even more so if I’m on my own. Then, it’s a total no-go zone. What if they look at me blankly? What if they think I’m an idiot (this was a big one during depression)? What if they don’t like me? Sometimes, it’s not about what it’s about. In this case, I guess it’s about an innate fear of rejection. By not taking a risk, I’m safe, I’ve nothing to lose... But I also have nothing to gain. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">However, if there is one lesson I’ve learnt through my journey it’s that through vulnerabilty comes great strength and growth. When you push a boundary, it moves... sometimes even breaking apart on impact. So this time I ask myself do I want to be free of this fear? Do I want to be comfortable approaching people? Do I want to enjoy my own company? Of which, the answer is a resounding YES!</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">So how badly do I want this? Is the pay off worth spending a couple of days by myself? Is it worth approaching people and saying ‘g’day’? Perhaps these are the questions you need to be asking yourself - probably not these exact questions, but questions related to your fears, concerns or insecurities. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Instead of asking what is the worst that can happen (I’m opening myself up to possibly a little rejection... which we inevitably cop in all aspects of our lives, so why focus so much energy and attention on this) I should be asking myself ‘What is the best that can happen?’ In this case, I make some new friends, have some new adventures... but most importantly, I push that boundary a little further away... and by doing so, I make a little room around myself to let good things in. I break a link on the chain that holds me back.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">So this is where the captain announced we'd be landing and to turn off electrical devices. This morning, by the pool, I've been getting this ready to publish when</span> in this very moment I've had a complete epiphany... All this time I've been looking for external confirmation of my level of coolness. I've been judging how likeable I am on how many people like me. When that's not what any of this is about. It's not about being in the cool gang on holidays... it's not about people coming up to speak to me because I'm approachable (or not) and it's not even about me getting the guts up to approach someone else. It's about me... being comfortable in my own skin. In my own company... without that feeling of loneliness or sense of lacking. It's about enjoying MY OWN company... and not feeling weird about that.</div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">So now, this trip has a different meaning... a different agenda. I'm not feeling the pressure to get out there and do all the things I'd do if I were with people. It's about doing things that <b><i>I </i></b>love. Sitting by the pool writing. Walking the streets observing the people and the surroundings. Swimming... meditating... relaxing. Sitting in a nice cafe trying new foods, sipping on a Bintang, watching the passers by and scribbling in my notebook. Getting a pedi and a massage. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">These next couple of days are all about me. And I'm now feeling really good about that!</span></div>
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Right now, I'm kicking back by the pool at a resort in Seminyak, Bali. It's been a crazy, more than, a few months since I was last here. So much has happened... but I'll save that for another time.<br />
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I'm back because I've realised how much of an outlet writing is... and just how much I enjoy it. So, I've decided to make my comeback here. I'm still writing from time to time on Think Beautiful... but I only post there once a week and I don't want to turn it into 'my blog' - it's for the contributors and the readers... not so much for my indulgence. <br />
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So, I gladly present the return of the once glorious Karlosophies. I'll be using this space over the next week or so to journal my Bali trip and to release any thoughts, insecurities or realisations. <br />
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It's funny... As soon as I sat on the plane the words starting flowing, so I pulled out my laptop and started typing. The next few posts are the result.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Learn a little more... and in the meantime, while you excitedly await the release date, join us on good ol' <a href="https://www.facebook.com/thinkbeautifulthoughts">facebook!</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><img align="left" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w351/laurenjh04/Karly%20Nimmo/sigyellow.png" style="border: 0;" />Karlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17863180811146009322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536748396492769273.post-23689868134479554772011-09-01T19:38:00.000+10:002011-09-01T19:38:46.676+10:00Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/b4UHQXAtBj0?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;">Changes are afoot at the Circle K.... ummm Karlosophies.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Actually... it's not so much change as in a new passion project which I'm super excited about! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Stay tuned...</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Take up the challenge yourself.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">While you are at it, join me on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/TheRunningBlogger">facebook</a>.</div><br />
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<img align="left" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w351/laurenjh04/Karly%20Nimmo/sigyellow.png" style="border: 0;" />Karlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17863180811146009322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536748396492769273.post-54505047807877040192011-07-29T08:36:00.000+10:002011-07-29T08:36:35.095+10:00Say 'Yes!'<div style="text-align: center;">One of my favourite posts of late... good head space! Loving it!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Remember; you can always catch up on where I'm at over <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/Karlosophies?feature=mhee">here</a>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><img src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w351/laurenjh04/Karly%20Nimmo/sigyellow.png" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; text-align: left;" />Karlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17863180811146009322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536748396492769273.post-12691668217242664942011-07-17T12:12:00.002+10:002011-07-17T12:15:18.716+10:00Validation...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/8G1C3aXoM7A?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That is one TERRIBLE still shot of me... I look almost ghost like. Ewwww! Believe it or not, this was the best of the three option youtube gave. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Felt compelled to share this one...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Remember; you can head on down to youtube town and subscribe! And feel free to share.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">See you in wonderful technicolour!</div><img align="left" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w351/laurenjh04/Karly%20Nimmo/sigyellow.png" style="border: 0;" />Karlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17863180811146009322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536748396492769273.post-27535383429546310332011-07-06T08:20:00.000+10:002011-07-06T08:20:22.751+10:00Introducing... The Running Blogger!<div style="text-align: center;">I'm now.... The Running Blogger.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Running towards happiness... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">one step at a time!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Come join me <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/Karlosophies">here</a>.</div><img align="left" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w351/laurenjh04/Karly%20Nimmo/sigyellow.png" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" />Karlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17863180811146009322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536748396492769273.post-32975262402473597932011-07-05T09:51:00.000+10:002011-07-05T09:51:58.481+10:00New Directions...<div style="text-align: center;">Firstly, for those fellow Pembrokians.. New Directions rings a bell... School production perhaps?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyways... totally off topic and a little verbal diahorrea.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">'What you talkin' bout Willis! What the hell are you doing back?'</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I hear you ask.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well... turns out I really quite need the outlet. Although I'm taking a new direction....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">Instead of me sitting here, typing away, editing myself to a certain extent. I'm going to throw caution to the wind and my face to the camera. I'm moving away from the writen text, into the moving picture. I'm... do I really need to explain any further? But... just incase...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">I'm moving to youtube, biting the bullet and becoming a vlogger.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">GULP!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm putting myself out there... no scripts, no editing... just me. </div><div style="text-align: center;">And I'm kind of shitting myself - in a good way (huh? yeah.. I'm just as confused. How can you 'shit yourself' in a good way? Well.. I guess I mean I'm once again pushing my boundaries and totally making myself vulnerable.) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyways... if you're interested in coming along on my journey, visit me<a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/Karlosophies"> here.</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And here is the first gross, sweaty taste of what's to come.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">GAH!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Would love to have you along for the ride.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I realised that this blog has become a tool of procrastination. I'm essentially distracting myself from the daunting task ahead... putting my ideas into action. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">While I've been here processing my thoughts and funnelling them into my consciousness (which no doubt has some benefit - the thoughts stop buzzing around like a crazy swarm of bees in my mind), I've been unconsciously putting off taking the steps to make my dreams a reality. I'm using up all my creativity here and not putting the energy to use where it needs to be.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's safer here, in blogland, than out in the big, wild, unpredictable world. If you know me at all by now, you'll know that vulnerability is not my strongest suite. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's time I really started walking the talk... putting my ego where my mouth is.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm taking an extended leave of absence to focus on making shit happen (good shit). Will I be back? I don't think so right now... I'm closing the door but I'm not sealing it shut.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And I'm taking the first step today... I'm posting that letter.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">See you on the other side.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Wish me luck!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Light & Love</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Karls out.</div><br />
<img align="left" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w351/laurenjh04/Karly%20Nimmo/sigyellow.png" style="border: 0;" />Karlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17863180811146009322noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536748396492769273.post-37114474487732825902011-06-10T10:17:00.000+10:002011-06-10T10:17:04.745+10:00Oprah and the wonderful world of television....<div style="text-align: center;">As you'd probably be aware, I've been thinking about writing a TV show. I even braved the cold and flew to<a href="http://karlosophies.blogspot.com/2011/05/man-in-leather-hat.html"> Hobart</a> to take part in a television writing course.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">The coincidences that have led me to believe I need to do this have been kind of astonishing. For example, I actually studied TV at Uni and loved it... but I went down the path of photography because it was easier to get a break in... I then moved onto sound - worked in radio and started my voice over business. Now, I'm being pulled back to<a href="http://karlosophies.blogspot.com/2011/05/late-night-epiphanies.html"> television</a>.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">The first, was a simple thought - mindful programming. Followed, the next morning, by waking up with a name on my mind; 'Karmic Production'. This name had visited me once or twice before... but at the time I had no intention at all of working in TV, so it was stored in a dark dingy drawer in the very recesses of my mind. It's fitting too... as it's a culmination of my name and Micko's. Wooooooooooo.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">The idea developed a little further.. then I coincidently stumbled across the course - which I had considered doing in the past but there was no word as to when it would run again - or where. Timely really, as when I quite by accident stumbled across the website, the course was to be held the very next weekend.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">I spoke to a good friend, who I'd always wanted to work with, and she had been thinking along a similar vein. She had another friend also interested... but neither of them wanted to be involved in the writing. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">As I arrived the first morning of my course, I walked in to hear one of the other students talking of a friend who had exactly the same idea as I did. I met with this person and swapped contact details.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then, while catching up with a cousin in Hobart over a beer, she told me a friend of hers had entered a competition Oprah was holding for a show that was based around spirituality. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh and there was the<a href="http://karlosophies.blogspot.com/2011/04/all-quiet-on-coincidence-front.html"> Eden Gaha incident</a> - which I never heard any reply to. But it taught me I don't need to be afraid to sometimes go out on a limb... and put myself out there.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Last night, this same friend I refered to earlier, sent me a link of an interview Oprah did with Barbara Walters. She speaks of the idea of 'mindful tv' coming to her... along with the OWN name. Surprisingly eerily similar to what happened to me. ***I must have been living under a rock as I had no idea she had started her own (pardon the pun) network.***</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The past few months I've too'd and fro'd... am I on the right path? Is this the direction I should be headed? </div><div style="text-align: center;">I've meditated, consulted the angels, the stars, pyschics and everything in between for a clear answer... but I never trusted in my own instincts. I desperately wanted outside confirmation - which even when I got, time and time again, I pushed aside with inner doubt and fear.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">This morning, I woke up with a clear mind... and saw Oprah in my mind, stumbling across a letter I'd written. I immediately grabbed my notebook (I've been writing morning pages - a concept I might blog about shortly) and started writing a letter.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Today... I'm sending my letter out into the Universe - and more directly to Oprah (well, as close to her as I can get). I've been true to myself and followed my instincts... What happens from here is in the hands of the Universe.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My horoscopes this morning read; commit to your idea... although you don't have a crystal clear picture of what that idea is, it's time to put faith in and bite the bullet. Freaky!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Wish me luck!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w351/laurenjh04/Karly%20Nimmo/sigyellow.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img align="left" border="0" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w351/laurenjh04/Karly%20Nimmo/sigyellow.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a></div>Karlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17863180811146009322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536748396492769273.post-27002044882677058262011-06-09T13:08:00.001+10:002011-06-09T13:09:17.996+10:00Good vibrations..<div style="text-align: center;">With all the research I've been doing on creating happiness and shifting old beliefs, a theme keeps bubbling to the surface. So much so, in recent times, I can no longer dismiss it's relevance. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Vibration... </div><div style="text-align: center;">Vibration... and it's relationship with human emotion.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">During Uni days I read the Celestine Prophecy - like millions of other people on earth. For the most part I loved it... the ideas of synchronicity really resonated with me and the book had me intrigued. That is... until the last few chapters - James Redfield really lost me after he introduced the vibrational and God element. My atheist self just couldn't grasp it at all... seemed to fanciful to comprehend. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">When you start to head down your own path to enlightenment, no doubt the concept of vibration will raise it's head again and again. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I've started on this path many times in my life to date... but I've always ended up hitting my head against the same vibrational brick wall... then I've turned around with my tail between my legs and continued living the <i>struggle</i> that is life.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">What I've come to realise is that the idea of vibrational energy is quite a simple concept. It's often over complicated (well, it had seemed that way to me - although it could have been my perspective and headspace at the time - perhaps I wasn't ready) by intimidating new age gurus who seem to speak a different language altogether.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It all boils down to an incredibly simple idea...<br />
When you are happy and inspired your energy vibrates at a higher frequency. And this is something you already know, even if you think you don't... when you are feeling good, you feel lighter. <br />
When you are feeling down, uninspired, flat, angry - any of those negative emotions - you vibrate at a lower frequency... and therefore you feel heavy. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It really is that simple. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Where it gets a little more controversial is the combination of vibration and the idea of the law of attraction.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But, enough new age ranting for today... I'll open that pandoras box another day! <br />
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Love & light peeps.<br />
(has new meaning for me now)<br />
love & light</div><br />
<img align="left" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w351/laurenjh04/Karly%20Nimmo/sigyellow.png" style="border: 0;" />Karlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17863180811146009322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536748396492769273.post-32589918968936796862011-06-07T10:40:00.001+10:002011-06-07T10:41:13.455+10:00Lost for words...<div style="text-align: center;">It's not often I'm lost for words. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">This morning... I am.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">One fleeting moment can change everything. Turn everything you thought you knew on its head.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">One day, your life can be travelling along perfectly. The next, it's a complete mess... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">and it is all completely out of your hands.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It makes you wonder why. It's unfair. It's unbelievable. It's unthinkable.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In a fleeting moment like this, a friends life has been completely turned upside down.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And this time, I have no words.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">No words of comfort. No 'look on the brightside'. No 'everything happens for a reason'. Just nothing.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cliches don't cut it this morning.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">All I can give is my love and support. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes it seems like that's just not enough. Right now, it's all I have and is all I can offer.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">From one moment to the next everything can change. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Remember to be thankful for everything you have, and are, in this very moment... </div><div style="text-align: center;">for in the next, it could all be gone.</div><br />
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Groundhog Day was on. I've not seen that movie for yeeaaaarrrrrs! </div>
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Previously, I've been kind of annoyed by Bill Murray and I found the whole idea boring and uninspired. I mean, of course he'll get it right in the end! Durh! He has had enough opportunities to turn things around. Practise makes perfect, after all.</div>
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By changing your attitude, you can totally affect the outcome. </div>
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When Bill is pessimistic, nothing goes right. And everything that happens to him confirms his belief that nothing will go right.</div>
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he starts to see things not only from his perspective, but from others... </div>
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Karlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17863180811146009322noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536748396492769273.post-21011924036169741582011-06-03T13:01:00.001+10:002011-06-03T13:13:23.758+10:00Walking the talk.<div style="text-align: center;">I mentioned a week or so back that I'm walking the talk. Sometimes little steps in the right direction can make all the difference.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">How am I doing that, you may ask.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I tend never to ask for anything of anyone else. I just accept things for what they are... sometimes whinge about it a little, but generally accept it. Maybe it's because I thought I wasn't worthy of more. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm the person that wouldn't think twice if a friend rang for advice, to vent or cry on my shoulder... If someone asked for a lift to or from somewhere... If they could bunk down in the spare room for a few weeks while they sorted their shit out... If they needed help getting ahead and I could be of any service... Guaranteed I will be there doing all that I can. All they need do is ask - the vast majority of the time they needn't even go that far.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">For some reason, in reverse, this doesn't quite work out. I always feel like I'm going to be a burden. That they have too much shit going on in their own lives to bother them with what's going on in mine. My problems are minuscule and not worth bothering anyone with. I never ask anyone to pick me up or drop me off - unless they offer. I never ask for a shoulder to cry on. I never ask for more than I've been offered. And I never ask for help.<br />
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Vulnerability? Just not in my vocabulary...<br />
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Until recently.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I've learned that if I never ask... I'll likely never get.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You may remember I recently even headed next door to ask if they had any Gravox. Pushing the boundaries or what?! <br />
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Since that daring day, I've managed to make further progress in this field. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> A few weeks back, after a few drops of rescue remedy and some deep breaths, I bit the bullet and asked a friend if she would drive me to the airport. And she said 'Yes! Of course!'. Sure, I was super nervous - the anxiety was rife. However, the outcome was definitely worth the sweaty palms, the increased heart rate and the knot in my throat (note; they were short lived - after I'd asked, I felt such relief!). Not only did I confront a fear, I no longer had to spend 2 hours on a bus and a further 2 hours in the airport just because I was scared to ask for help.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then... a couple of weekends ago Micko and I had a lovely morning at Bellingen markets. I ordered a delish organic falafel and noticed the guy was quite stingy on the taboleh... so I asked if I could please have some more. He said, 'Yes! Of course!'. No weird look. He wasn't angry with me for asking. He smiled and said 'Say when...' Relief! Micko (and I) was suitably impressed.<br />
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Last weekend when I arrived in Hobart I was so disappointed with my scary hotel room - it was cold with no heating and one blanket (hello! I'm not Tasmanian... I need more than one thin blanket when the temp doesn't hit double figures). The room had a really scary vibe and was directly above the cover band - cranking out old tired hits with drunk people singing along at the top of their lungs - to one side was the smokers courtyard and the other a busy road... Oh and did I mention it was shit scary? I couldn't bring myself to turn the light off and every time I almost nodded off I felt something touch my neck. GAH! <br />
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The old me, would have stuck it out and gone home after 3 nights of no sleep with bleeding eyeballs. The new me, stuck out the night (it was after midnight when I arrived) got up early to look into other accommodation, found somewhere much better, packed my shit and explained to reception that it just was not suitable. And they could have cared less - I hadn't offended them, or hurt their feelings - and there was no angry confrontation. Ahhhhh! The relief!<br />
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Through vulnerability we gain strength.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">These may seem like small things... but to me (and my post depression/major anxiety self) these represent a massive shift.<br />
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Each small step equals big change.<br />
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Bleeding eyeballs be gone. <br />
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I'm now walking the talk...<br />
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... and kicking Anxiety's arse to the curb!</div><br />
<img align="left" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w351/laurenjh04/Karly%20Nimmo/sigyellow.png" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" />Karlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17863180811146009322noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536748396492769273.post-53476677567746410282011-05-30T17:24:00.000+10:002011-05-30T17:24:31.269+10:00The man in the leather hat...<div style="text-align: center;">I'm sitting in the food court of Sydney Airport. Today did not quite go as planned. I was to fly out of Hobart just after midday and after a quick stop in Sydney I'd touch down in Coffs just before 4pm. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's now after 5pm. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I won't arrive in Coffs until around 8pm - all going well.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My flight from Hobart was delayed over an hour. Therefore, I missed my connecting flight to Coffs - which was the last flight of the day (for Virgin). Instead, the booked me onto the last flight to Coffs on Qantas. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was highly stressed... confused (no-one could tell me how or when I'd get home), irritated and bordering on tears. Nothing was going right. My bags were heavy, I'd left things I needed in my checked baggage, and not checked things I probably should have - I was loaded up like a camel. I dug franticly into my handbag to grab my phone and for the life of me couldn't locate it. So I dropped my bag on the ground to further investigate - the contents of which projectile out and spread all over the floor. Nothing is going my way and I'm moving more and more into a total state of chaos. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm flustered, people are looking at me (probably with pity) and I'm really struggling to calm myself down. I'm beyond angry. I am anger. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Finally, we board. The man I sat next to was an older gentleman, wearing a plaid jacket and a stylish hat. He had a warm smile and after being subjected to my mad rant, said 'at least you'll get there in the end'. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I thought about, took a few drops of rescue remedy, breathed and managed to calmed myself down.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Over the next couple of hours, the man and I chatted, the conversation headed to all things 'spirtual'. Turns out this warm, friendly man, with the stylish leather hat, was on a very similar path to me. We shared tales of coincidence and synchronicity, spoke of the law of attraction and the workings of the universe. We talked of connecting (being present), meditation, reiki, books we've read and shared our journey.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">He reminded me that there was likely a very valid reason that I'd been delayed. That the reason would present itself. He brought me back... out of my head full of anger, and into my seat, on the plane, that would eventually take me home. After all, I was in no hurry. I was headed home.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">That reason became clear, as we stood at the baggage carousel contemplating life... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't sweat the small stuff. Let go... the stress and anger does nothing but expend valuable energy and breed more stress and anger. Nothing goes right, because nothing <u>can</u> go right. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">He reminded me that I'm on the right path... that I'm learning and evolving. As long as I stick to my truth, the lessons I need to learn will present themselves exactly when I'm ready. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The teacher arrives when the student is ready. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And it seems I am ready. </div><br />
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