Now more than ever, I’m stopping moment by moment and opening myself to love. I’m opening my heart to a freight train of love.
I heard this phrase in a Rick Hanson book or webinar. It resonates so strongly with me. Opening my heart to a freight train of love.
I am remembering that I have a choice. Right now, I have a choice. I can feel love. I can give and receive love. I can open myself up.
Or I can stay in pain and close myself down.
I choose open. I choose a freight train.
Recently a coaching client said (complained) to me, “I hate the saying, ‘happiness is a choice.’”
I get that, but I think it is. For me it is. And the more I learn about brain science and neuroplasticity, the more I know that it is.
It’s not always an easy choice, at least not always easy for me. I can get too caught in my perfectionism and people-pleasing. Decades and decades of putting down and easing off my perfectionism and people-pleasing, and I can still get caught in them.
That’s the time for making a choice. Choosing self-compassion rather than self-criticism that I STILL get caught in perfectionism and people-pleasing. Choosing to put my hand on my heart (thank you always Tara Brach) and say, “It’s okay sweetheart.” Choosing to turn from my old fears of disappointing people and letting them down to my new joys of opening my heart to a freight train of love.
A freight train is usually big and long. It’s probably full of wonderful necessities and treats. It’s even colorful and varied.
I open my heart to a freight train of love. How about you?
Love. With. All. My. Heart.
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