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My head is always humming with everything I know, everything I conjecture, myriad things I dream up, and unique ways of putting things together. I have trouble following other people's systems. I have to make my own. I draw outside the lines, I debate in the margins of a book, I cross-reference my sources and find new ways of correlating and combining information.
I've been writing since I was 11 years old, and I love journaling, and tinkering with life assessments and coaching materials -- but of course in running my own life coaching practice, or working with business coaching clients, I found I'm not satisfied with the tools out there -- I had to go make my own life planner.
When you're so driven by something, you can fight it and listen to everyone who "Shoulds" you (including yourself) until your spirit withers, or you can take the hint being offered to you by your Higher Self, angels, gods, Fate, whatever -- and submit.
I got the hint. I surrender! I'm fated to create. That's my theme for the coming year: CREATE.
Another great term that came across my plate recently: SWISS ARMY KNIFE. I'm no longer a "jane of all trades" -- I'm a swiss army knife. Don't expect all my books and offerings to stick to just one topic, I'm going to write what I am and put it out there for everyone. This is how I have been all my life -- and the best way to serve the world is to be myself.
I'm diagnosed with the blessing of multiple personalities. I have chosen to nurture and keep the rich relationships and shrug off the "cure" that psychology tells me works for people with multiple personality "disorder". I've read psychology's own statistics on how long it takes, and how often a person relapses, and I say "That's obviously not the right answer." The Crissing Link series addresses the lack of materials to help multiples become ordered without telling them who they are allow to be, or how many.
Not in my books:
I grew up hating being blamed for things I didn't do. I did plenty, but the things I was punished for that I didn't do stuck in my craw. When I was 13: that was one of those times. I did plenty things I shouldn't have done -- like inviting friends into my Brooklyn apartment and sneaking a beer from the fridge and raiding the liquor cabinet my father had left behind when he moved out -- but I also did things I should. Like kicking the last straggler out of the apartment who had had too much to drink and wanted to go much further than making out with me in my room. My parents never knew what happened.
The repercussions of making the right decision reverberated for years. The next morning, the boy had talked to all my friends before I did. To save face, he changed the story and said I was trying to force him to have sex and he had walked out. Suddenly I had only 2 real friends in the school's-out-for-summer world: two boys. My so-called best friend said she believed me but wasn't willing to lose the rest of our friends over it, so instead of standing up for the truth and fixing the situation, she was going to only be my friend when no one else was around. It never works that way. She was the last of a long string of friends who would only be my friend when we were alone together.
Signed, sealed & delivered, I changed my strategy for knowing who my real friends were. I began testing.