© 2021, Inner Child Dimentions

 

Hello my beautiful fledglings. I can’t tell you how much I miss writing. I promise, I will write soon to let you know where I am with converting my personal blog into a business. The time commitment and learning curve to start a new business has been extremely high and, at times, overwhelming. While doing this, I’ve continued to practice what I preach by balancing personal self-care, being present as a co-parent for my two amazing, beautiful daughters, staying connected with friends and family, and maintaining a full-time career. Yes, there’s been a lot on my plate.

 

On top of this, I’ve also had another project going on in the background.

 

As some of you may remember, April 2020, right when the pandemic started, I joined a daily writing group, The Inner Circle. This group became my saving grace right when the world went into lockdown. I was emotionally lost and rapidly going downhill.

 

Joining this group was the catalyst to me doing the #75Hard Challenge (today is actually day one of a 2nd round of #75Hard with two good friends of mine – I need another reboot!), followed by an 8 week program with Tommy Rosen. This lead to yoga and meditation becoming a morning practice in my every day life.

 

My writing group has been one of many blessings. I met the most wonderful authors and people, many of whom are now close friends. We’ve shared our personal experiences of trauma, addiction, recovery, as well as our fears, insecurities, and loss. In our sessions, we wrote about extremely vulnerable topics. In fact, many of the authors were working on their personal memoirs (some of them already published since we all met).

 

By sharing our work amongst ourselves, we not only helped guide each other towards improving our communication of the written word, we supported one another through the challenge of reliving painful experiences.

 

Eleven months ago, Chris Joseph and Beth Robinson suggested a group of us should collaborate to write a book on epiphanies.  You know, come up with an “ah ha” moment and write about it.

 

Twenty signed up for the project. And today, our book has finally been published!

 

© 2021, Inner Child Dimensions, LLC.

 

Now that this book has come out, I have someone for you to meet. He’s one of the contributing authors of this book.

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(written Nov 22, 2020)

 

Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.

 

Groggily I lean over and hit snooze on my cell phone. Seriously, it can’t be 5am already. And why in the world did I set an alarm when I could sleep in?

 

Five minutes later. Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.

 

My inner child starts to resent the adult who crawls out of bed to use the bathroom and brush his teeth. The kid in me starts to argue.

 

“Come on. Go back to bed. We’ve got two hours.” A slight pause as we look at the clock and calculate when we need to be in the lobby to catch the van to the airport. “Wait,” he whines, “we actually have three hours.” The voice in my head gets louder. “There’s NO reason to be up in the middle of the night.”

 

“It’s not night, it’s morning,” my adult calmly clarifies.

 

“It’s dark out!” my inner child screams. “Darkness means bedtime.”

 

“It’s our last night in Hawaii. We’re going to watch the sunrise while doing yoga by the beach.” My adult has spoken. There is no negotiation.

 

We spit in the sink and rinse our mouth.

 

My inner child will not relent. The argument increases to a full debate. “First off, there’s a mountain on the east side of the island. We won’t even get to see a sunrise.” There’s venom in his voice when I hear him emphasize the words sunrise. “Secondly, we did yoga less than ten hours ago watching the sunset. Why do we have to do both? We were up late playing Dungeons and Dragons online with our friends. It’s not like we won’t be back to Hawaii in a few days anyway.” My inner child finishes with a cantankerous wail in my head that emotionally feels like fingernails on a chalkboard. “Go back to bed!!”

 

The debate is one-sided. My adult holds a boundary and does not engage with my inner child as we tie our shoes. Finally, after a long pause he replies, “Trust me.”

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