Do You Hear Voices?

This thought popped into my head this morning as I was walking to work and inspired this article. As I toyed with this idea, I began to wonder how differently would my life, and your life, be if we listened to the voice in our head.

Not the voice that says you can’t be, do or accomplish anything. Not the voice that berates you for mistakes made, past or present. Not the voice of negativity–we’ve all heard enough from that voice.

No, I’m talking about the voice of possibility. The voice that says, hey, call that person. Or, hey, apply for that job. Or, hey, how about stopping into this store for yogurt. We pooh-pooh and ignore that voice. I don’t have time to talk to that person. I’ll never get that job. I don’t want any yogurt right now, thank you. And then, that evening, you feel like having yogurt. But you have none because you didn’t listen to the voice. Or, you hear from someone else that the person you were meant to call offered them an opportunity that you would have loved to have. And that job you didn’t apply for because you didn’t think you would get it? Well, it went to a colleague who you know is not as qualified as you are.

All of these scenarios are familiar to us because in some form or another, it has happened to us. We can all recall a time when we thought, “I knew I should have done x, y or z!” But we didn’t. We allowed “logic” to tell us why we shouldn’t listen to that voice. 

The Universe doesn’t work “logically.” Sometimes, nothing, or seemingly nothing comes of an action we take that was prompted by our Soul. Because taking that action doesn’t immediately result in having x or the opportunity arising immediately, we learn to ignore that voice or discount it.

Let’s stop doing that, shall we?

The Universe, if we allow it, will orchestrate our lives in a delightful, magical manner. But we have to trust. And that trust begins by listening to the voice in your head.

(Again, I’m not saying listen to the voice of negativity. Or, if you happen to be psychotic, please get medical help. Quickly.)

There is nothing to lose by following the leads we get. Sometimes, yes, it’s not convenient. Who am I kidding? Many times, it’s not convenient. But I have found whenever I do what is not convenient, that’s when the magic happens. That’s when the miraculous appears and circumstances unfold that I could never have arranged even if I could conceive of all the moving parts necessary to bring it to pass.

We live in a benevolent Universe. A loving Universe that wants the best for us in every moment. (But, Tracy, you say, many of my experiences have not been beneveolent or loving. I get it, but that’s another article.) And that best comes from listening and taking action on what you’re given. If you were to consistently follow your inner guidance and take action immediately, I know for certain you would not recognize your life in a year. It would be beyond your wildest imaginings. In a good way.

So the next time that voice whispers, listen. Listen to it. And take action. Again. And again. And again. And watch what unfolds.

Here is a mantra that I say to myself every day, many times a day:

“The Universe conspires on my behalf in every moment.”

I encourage you to adopt it and see if your perspective doesn’t change for the better.

In love, I am

tracy elizabeth

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Are You Judging Yourself?

Recently, my husband and I went on vacation to Las Vegas.  And while there, I decided to treat myself to several spa visits over the course of several days during our stay. What’s great about going to a spa is that for each day that you are having a treatment, you also get to use the spa facilities for the entire day:  steam room, sauna, jacuzzis, plunge pool, gym.  In theory, this sounds awesome.  The reality, for me, was less so.

After realizing I didn’t have a bathing suit I was cheerfully informed by the staff that it was clothing optional in this women’s only spa.  After I regained consciousness, I entertained the thought of walking unclothed in a spa in the company of other women for a nanosecond. I then prevailed upon my husband to drive me to no less than 5 stores before I found a bathing suit at Macy’s. Whew! Disaster averted.

I scheduled my visits first thing in the morning and it was great.  Not many guests around at 8:00 am.

But, there was a part of me that couldn’t enjoy the experience.  During the treatments, I kept thinking, “Oh, I’m fat.  She (esthetician) must be disgusted.  She probably cannot wait to be done.”  And on and on went the endless litany of negative self talk.  Suffice it to say, my treatments were not as pampering or enjoyable as they could have been.

I thought, ok, it’s early, so it’s safe to go into the steam room, sauna and jacuzzis.  And it was.  I turned my mind off and drifted into a peaceful contentment.  But it was short lived.

As soon as I spied another woman, I frantically grabbed for a towel to cover myself as I walked to the jacuzzi, only feeling safe after I had entered the warm water and was partly hidden by the bubbles.  Ah, safety.  But then came along two other women and they were going to get into the jacuzzi, too!  As I looked in horror at these two slim women I began to feel ashamed again.  And the litany of negative criticisms in my mind began again.  I sat there, like a deer caught in headlights.  I was terrified.  What do I do?  I can’t leave, they will see me in all my pudginess.  But if I stay, more will come and it will be misery squared.

I felt such anguish and all the peacefulness I had enjoyed vanished.  I wanted to cry.

Then, something came over me and I heard my higher self say internally, “Tracy, get up and walk out, stand at the top of the steps and towel yourself dry.  Do not rush.”

I listened.  And as I towelled myself dry, out in the open with other women around, I realized something.

No one was watching me.  No one was pointing or snickering or looking at me in disgust.  No one was paying any attention to me whatsoever.

I put on my robe and went about my business showering, dressing, and still not one person looked at me funny or glared at me.

And then it hit me.

The truth of it was that the only one judging me, was me.  Finding fault, criticizing, belittling.  Those thoughts were my thoughts and mine alone.

I barely enjoyed my treatments and spa time because of my own internal, negative dialogue.  Telling myself that other people are thinking this or that was my way of not allowing pleasure into my life.

Pleasure in nurturing and caring for myself.  Pleasure in allowing myself to be pampered.

I sat and journaled and went really deep to understand why I would deny myself these luxurious experiences and the answer was that a part of me feels undeserving and unworthy.  A part of me will only allow me to enjoy so much, before the mechanism kicks in that says, “oh no, that’s enough joy and pleasure for you, my dear!”  And back down I go, to the amount of joy and pleasure that feels “safe.”  That feels “allowable.”

These feelings and self imposed limitations are going to require more introspection in the days and weeks to come.  I am determined to get to the root of it once and for all. But, my intention with this article was to inspire you to go within and ask yourself what negative self talk are you allowing yourself to listen to?  Where in your life are you denying or limiting the amount of joy and pleasure you can experience, and why?  What is the root cause of it?

Because, one thing I am sure of is a life without pleasure is an unhappy, miserable existence.  And lving without it is not why we were created.

Pleasure, joy, self love is our birthright and it is time that we allowed ourselves to welcome it into our daily lives. Not in a selfish, it’s all about me way, but in a way that fulfills us and allows us to be able to give back to our families, loved ones, friends, pets.

Life without pleasure is barren and cold.

Take time for yourself.  Add in small doses regularly to increase your threshhold of how much pleasure you will allow into your life.  Start with a bubble bath once a week.  Or perhaps a walk in nature is what nurtures you.  Maybe painting brings you joy.  Whatever it is, do it and do it consistently, thereby increasing your capacity for joy and pleasure.

It is important to take time for you.  You are important.  You matter.

In love, I am

tracy elizabeth