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Simon Legree Brain


Sometimes it feels as if my brain is some giant Simon Legree cracking a whip on me constantly to do more, get it done, do it now, do it right, keep moving, keep working,…..   On and on with no end in sight.  I have a to-do list and I have a schedule and things I want to do and things I feel I need to do.  Notice the subtle distinction there, things I FEEL I need to do versus things I need to do.  Because in reality, I am the only one setting the agenda.  No one outside of me can ever force me to do anything on their timetable.  That doesn't mean it would work out the way I want, choices have consequences.  But there are always choices. 

I can choose to not pay my bills on time.  The consequence to that might be fines and penalties or even loss of services.  It is still a choice I can make.  I can choose to work very hard at my computer all day long completing one task after another.  And the consequences of that would be an aching neck and back coupled with a feeling of accomplishment.  My choice. 

Or I can choose to stop when my neck starts to feel stiff and achy and stretch for a bit.  I can choose which tasks are urgent and which can wait and do them in that order and if they don't all get done, let go.  The consequences then could be feeling calm, ease of movement and sleep, and feeling of accomplishment.  When I put it that way, it seems easy to make the choice. 

I am giving myself permission to be guided today with complete trust.  I will do what is most important and stop or change activities when I feel the need and know that I am doing exactly what I am supposed to be doing.  This is anarchy for me and I love it.  I need a break from my inner Simon Legree.  I am in the now, doing one thing at a time without the crack of a whip and it feels great.


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