Nicer to Me

“I can rest when I’m dead!” My mother’s words still ring in my head, a martyr’s call to arms from earliest childhood. Long after she stopped working and started spending every day in her recliner, she was still the most tired and unhappy woman I’ve ever known. No matter how much I think I know about the conditioning and beliefs that were neither healthy nor true, I still find them cropping up in my life. More accurately, I am deeply amazed when they are suddenly resolved. Just as a fish …

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