It's been a rough transition back to Nova Scotia and every day that goes by I find myself questioning whether or not I really belong here. Then I question what I'm holding in my energy field to make everything feel so difficult. What sneaky belief am I holding in my sub conscious that is slowly sabotaging my efforts at establishing a life here?
Is it fear? That I'll be right back where I was when I left? Broke, unable to find a decent job and scared half to bloody death?
Well, there's just over 200 bucks left in my bank account and no sign of a job anytime soon.
Sure I had a job, but I handed in my notice today. The logistics simply would not work.
Buddha says attachment is the source of all suffering.
I better get a pry-bar.
I just can't seem to shake the feeling that I've no idea what I'm doing or where I'm going.
I used to know.
I think.
I miss my people back in Ireland. I miss the lifestyle. I miss the music, the adventures, the nonesense of it all.
Worse still I find myself wondering if this is just a problem with my brain. I've got inadequate coping skills or maybe some chemicals are just not mixing right.
I dunno.
But I do hope I figure it out soon.
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