March 15th, 2010:  Taking a Cruise Bounce

 ::Okay, so today I woke up and the self ass kicking began right away…don’t even wait for coffee or anything…just get on with the ass kicking.  Jesus!

 I was so frustrated I wanted to scream,  But I’ve been there and that wouldn’t help,  And I KNEW that the only way out was to focus myself elsewhere.

 Last night Jerry and Esther Hicks had left each cruise goer a gift of a notebook with “A list of Positive Aspects” at the top.  This is to help aid in lifting your vibration.  If you are irritated at a situation or a person, make a list of their positive aspects.  In this case the person who was driving me crazy was me. 

So I took the book and began writing sentence after sentence about why I liked my emotional self,  The exercise was successful and in the process I decided to write a not to Esther and Jerry and boldly request a meeting with Abraham. 

With that all accomplished I left the ship to explore Grand Turk.  It’s quite a small island, population 5, 800 and has lovely beaches.  I am so a beach person.  And then I got another case of the kick me’s.  OMG.  So, I figure this week will be an important week of focusing and acceptance of myself.  So, on the beach I focused myself into feeling good and was proud of myself for getting there.

Then back to my room and another kick me session.  I grabbed my Book of Positive Aspects and began to write thoughtfully again and it was a bit easier,  What I did was sense that I wanted to feel really good and with that wanting Source grants the request but I don’t take the bounce preferring to instead beat the drum of kicking my ass..  It’s just so familiar.and comfortable in a sick sort of way..

But I decided that I could expand myself to experience the excitement and joy of the cruise and if I fall I can take care of myself!  I know I’m not the only one who blocks good feeling energy from entering,   Sometimes I just don’t trust it.  But I refuse to have a crappy cruise so I’m going to do my part to enjoy it..

 Until I can write again.  Love, Connie