tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16341241707080725072024-03-14T17:11:56.979+02:00Practivist's Journey To LifeFollowing the 7 Year Journey To Life of an ActivistUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1339125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634124170708072507.post-81991644688000979952017-07-03T20:03:00.000+02:002017-07-03T20:03:12.095+02:00Day 1339: Honouring the Forgiving Nature of the Horse<a href="https://eqonehorsemanship.files.wordpress.com/2017/06/418392_10150569681746160_1082415578_n.jpg?w=300&h=200" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="418392_10150569681746160_1082415578_n" border="0" class="alignright size-medium wp-image-319" data-attachment-id="319" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-description="" data-image-meta="{"aperture":"0","credit":"","camera":"","caption":"","created_timestamp":"0","copyright":"","focal_length":"0","iso":"0","shutter_speed":"0","title":"","orientation":"0"}" data-image-title="418392_10150569681746160_1082415578_n" data-large-file="https://eqonehorsemanship.files.wordpress.com/2017/06/418392_10150569681746160_1082415578_n.jpg?w=640" data-medium-file="https://eqonehorsemanship.files.wordpress.com/2017/06/418392_10150569681746160_1082415578_n.jpg?w=300&h=200" data-orig-file="https://eqonehorsemanship.files.wordpress.com/2017/06/418392_10150569681746160_1082415578_n.jpg" data-orig-size="960,640" data-permalink="https://eqonehorsemanship.wordpress.com/2017/06/25/honouring-the-forgiving-nature-of-the-horse/418392_10150569681746160_1082415578_n/" height="133" src="https://eqonehorsemanship.files.wordpress.com/2017/06/418392_10150569681746160_1082415578_n.jpg?w=300&h=200" width="200" /></a>I originally wrote this post here: <a href="https://eqonehorsemanship.wordpress.com/2017/06/25/honouring-the-forgiving-nature-of-the-horse/">https://eqonehorsemanship.wordpress.com/2017/06/25/honouring-the-forgiving-nature-of-the-horse/</a><br />
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Do we deserve the forgiveness that our horses (and other animals)
offer to us so freely? Probably not. We receive it nonetheless – what we
do with it is not always nice or pretty.<br />
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In a way, I see that it is far better for our horses to be so willing
to forgive – at least they aren’t carrying the burdens of what we’ve
done around with them. It’s like being willing to stat each day fresh
(to a degree, of course), weightless, and free. I envy the horse’s
ability to live so simply and let go so easily – I can only imagine how
the ability to do that would change the way we all live.<br />
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So who are we in relation to our horses’ willingness to forgive us?
Do we honour them in their unconditional willingness, or do we take
advantage of them? Let’s face it – horses are big animals with a huge
amount of strength. If they really don’t want to do something they have a
great capacity to prevent us from forcing them to do it – but this is
exceptionally rare to see. Most refusals are somewhat half-hearted – our
attempts to force an unwilling horse are usually successful. And not
just once, often it is day in and day out.<br />
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Imagine lacking the ability to choose what your actions will be on
any given day. Our horses live within an incredibly disempowered
position in relation to us – we determine every aspect of their lives –
where they go, what they do, what they eat, what they drink, what is on
their bodies. Despite these conditions, they take it all in stride.<br />
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Now I’m not saying that we should necessarily change how we look
after our horses – often the practical aspects can’t really be changed –
but what we can do is be better at honouring their willingness to live
by our choices, and their willingness to forgive our sometimes
inconsiderate treatment. What does this practically mean? Listen to your
horse. When your horse is refusing to do an exercise for example, it
doesn’t mean that they are just being naughty. There is usually a good
reason for their refusal, whether it is a lack of understanding, a
physical issue (like pain), or even an emotional block like fear. A
horse that is fearful will not be able to develop understanding in
learning new things as easily as they would if they were calm, relaxed,
and confident.<br />
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When we open ourselves to listen to our horses we can start truly
honouring them as unique, conscious and self-autonomous individuals. Our
horses do always have a choice to submit, fight, or participate with
enjoyment. We are the ones who are responsible for setting the best
possible platform for them to be able to participate with confidence,
enjoyment and understanding. Furthermore we open up to opportunity to
develop our relationships with our horses to a much deeper and more
intimate level. Respecting the voice of a horse shows them that we are
real leaders, willing to listen to them and treat them in a way that
shows that we value them more than just as pets or toys, or worse yet –
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stressed, and downright afraid. But that's not really an effective way
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634124170708072507.post-73372106498958231222017-06-22T20:51:00.000+02:002017-06-22T20:51:07.738+02:00Day 1335: Trying to Help Someone who won't Help Themselves<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_u80buYLSdsmaG516gXli-7VkDcRVOVkruhdpCGQ99c6GH2XNd0YlHe8sDgZP21yGrNz_H7rM5OFhDYA9LAHI5xt0QP5zN19aiQk6tQRnUFsLRNLKuHbJQLZAES8By0DHLoGI5xNQ8fKM/s1600/048b327b164661ca759720f02253a567.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="429" data-original-width="302" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_u80buYLSdsmaG516gXli-7VkDcRVOVkruhdpCGQ99c6GH2XNd0YlHe8sDgZP21yGrNz_H7rM5OFhDYA9LAHI5xt0QP5zN19aiQk6tQRnUFsLRNLKuHbJQLZAES8By0DHLoGI5xNQ8fKM/s200/048b327b164661ca759720f02253a567.jpg" width="140" /></a>I think it's safe to say that we all know what it feels like to try and
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decide what to do, and especially difficult to watch the other person
going down a self-destructive path. It's time to <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{"tn":"*N","type":104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/getreal?source=feed_text&story_id=917955571688743"><span class="_5afx"><span class="_58cl _5afz">#</span><span class="_58cm">getreal</span></span></a> with what we can do when trying to help someone who just won't help themselves.<br />
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last few weeks have been hectic, to say the least. But when I don't
create a balance within myself and my life, I feel like I have been run
into the ground. Time to <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{"tn":"*N","type":104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/getreal?source=feed_text&story_id=914068565410777"><span class="_5afx"><span class="_58cl _5afz">#</span><span class="_58cm">getreal</span></span></a> with my tendency to try to do more, be better and be a superhero - but ending up just flattening myself. <br />
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babies, babies... Since one has magically appeared in my life, I am
faced with a recurring question: Do I ever want to have a baby? Time to <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{"tn":"*N","type":104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/getreal?source=feed_text&story_id=910768002407500"><span class="_5afx"><span class="_58cl _5afz">#</span><span class="_58cm">getreal</span></span></a> with myself about how I have been looking at this decision.<br />
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We’ll never know everything there is to know about any one thing in
life – it’s simply not going to happen. When I realised this, I decided
that I will never stop learning.<br />
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We have this tendency to think we know everything about something,
especially when we think we’re pretty good at it. We get a kind of
tunnel vision, thinking that all there is in the whole of the world,
life and existence is what we know, and that there cannot possibly be
anything else outside of that.<br />
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I found that when I spent a lot of time with people who didn’t know
much about horses, I’d feel pretty knowledgeable. I’d feel smart,
informed and downright cool. But then, if I ever did spend time around
“horsey people” who shared knowledge that contradicted what I believed,
I’d tell myself that they were wrong, and I was right. It didn’t matter
how much sense they were making.<br />
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Thankfully I realised that I couldn’t possibly always be right, and
that there had to be more than what I thought I knew. So, I started
listening to other people more, I started playing around with different
methods, I started actually looking for new and different information.
Within all of this I realised an interesting thing: I will never stop
learning, and I don’t want to.<br />
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I started truly enjoying looking outside my restrictive box of
beliefs, knowledge and tools. I found that there were certain tools,
methods, philosophies and starting points that worked differently for
individual horses. I found also that a lot of the time, it wasn’t so
much about the specific method or exercise I was using – the best
results always came when my starting point within myself was one of calm
and wanting to help the horse. If I was frustrated then it wouldn’t
matter what exercise I was doing – my frustration would be what
dominated the session.<br />
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One of the most important aspects in what I learned, was that
learning isn’t always about studying, or reading up about different
techniques – I realised more and more how much I learn about myself and
about my horse in every moment that we are together, no matter what we
are doing. When I closed myself off to being aware of myself or my
horse, our time spent together would often be awkward, uncomfortable and
sometimes even contentious. I found that whenever I was being stubborn
about something within me or the horse (like how the horse <b>should</b>
respond, apparently), I’d lock down in our session and that would
create an unpleasant experience for both of us. So now I make it a point
to be flexible, not have any expectations and to check in with my horse
to see what he needs in that particular moment. Just as important is
that I stay aware of how I am responding within myself to the horse, so
that I can change any response patterns that I don’t actually want (like
getting frustrated when the horse does not understand what I am
asking).<br />
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It can be difficult to learn new things, especially things that
challenge our “preset” self definitions. We owe it to ourselves and to
our horses to neverstop learning, and to never think that we already
know everything, because that’s when we start forcing things – which is
seldom an enjoyable experience.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634124170708072507.post-73956107916102413762017-06-03T13:09:00.000+02:002017-06-03T13:10:58.035+02:00Day 1329: Programmable Me<div data-contents="true">
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When I first started learning about horsemanship I got myself quite
set in thinking that there was only one way to work with horses, and
that was the right way. My way. The only way. All other methods /
approaches were WRONG. I felt superior in my <strong>knowing</strong> that my way was the only and best way ever in the world. Ever.<br />
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Thankfully I started seeing things differently at some point. It
started with me allowing myself to consider the possibility that maybe
there were other ways to go about this, and that maybe some of those
ways might be more effective, or even more pleasant. I don’t recall that
there was a specific trigger or event that precipitated my change of
perception, but what I do recall is that the change started with my <strong>willingness</strong> to consider things outside of my rigid box of opinions.<br />
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I find it interesting looking back now, it’s like I had locked myself
into this one way of seeing horsemanship, and I believed so strongly
that it was the best way – but I hadn’t even looked into different ways,
so my belief was totally unsupported. That’s the funny thing about some
of the things we believe, it’s like we become lost in the righteousness
of our belief that we will not even look at anything else. In some
areas of life this kind of behaviour may not have a big effect on
anyone’s life, but when it comes to horsemanship, beliefs like these can
and do affect the lives of our horses.<br />
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Let me take an extreme example of what some trainers believe you must
do to the Tennessee Walking Horse – “soring” or putting huge blocks on
their hooves to force them to pick their legs up higher and “step up”
nicely. To most of us, that is a completely unacceptable practice – but
to the people who are doing it, they will (likely) believe that it is
the best method to achieve their desired outcome. This of course can be
seen in all areas of life – and it’s up to us to recognise that our
action can and do effect the lives and happiness of others.<br />
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I may not have done things like in the example above, but I did try
to force my ways onto my horse, even when he clearly was not
understanding or enjoying what we were doing. I told myself that he
would learn in time, I just had to keep trying. Am I ashamed of some of
the things I did? Yes. Will I hold my mistakes against myself? No. I am
learning from my mistakes and making sure that I am listening to my
horse. Thankfully our horses are very forgiving, probably more than we
deserve. We always have the opportunity to change, and our horses will
change with us if we help them.<br />
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I have a principle I live by now, not only with my horsemanship but
in all areas of my life: Investigate all things and keep what’s good.
Even in those methods or practices that I generally don’t agree with I
may find just one kernel of something good that I can test in my own
life. And yes, I won’t simply see something that looks cool and then
make it my motto in life – I will take the time to test it and see for
myself how well it works, where it works, for which horse it works.
Which brings me to an important point: not every exercise will work for
every horse, and it’s up to us to hear when our horses tell us that
something isn’t working, and our responsibility to change it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634124170708072507.post-90643762407158769262017-05-27T17:54:00.000+02:002017-05-27T17:54:32.056+02:00Day 1327: I'ma Teach You a Lesson<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh39uNG8gx8-Vg9cWlTg3f862Avp4Khk9nAHwMXeveS-a_yC3vlLAnDNzINZpz0xDxBLOJTcG3qMua3CUHGbf359tOEuLiYMfq2PCJJqUZPcVWDnzWqCXaEtnNFCg3Lnq5mIYAqfOv_2eD2/s1600/chemistry-cat-let-me-teach-you-a-lesson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="363" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh39uNG8gx8-Vg9cWlTg3f862Avp4Khk9nAHwMXeveS-a_yC3vlLAnDNzINZpz0xDxBLOJTcG3qMua3CUHGbf359tOEuLiYMfq2PCJJqUZPcVWDnzWqCXaEtnNFCg3Lnq5mIYAqfOv_2eD2/s200/chemistry-cat-let-me-teach-you-a-lesson.jpg" width="151" /></a>Is there a way to teach someone a lesson in a not-fucked-up way after they've been a dick to you? Time to <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{"tn":"*N","type":104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/getreal?source=feed_text&story_id=904012423083058"><span class="_5afx"><span class="_58cl _5afz">#</span><span class="_58cm">getreal</span></span></a> with this here question from a viewer.<br />
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When I first started learning about horsemanship with my first horse,
I did not ever want to do anything that may have potentially led to him
(the horse) not liking me. I wanted to love him and I wanted him to
love me. What this manifested in my behaviour with him, however, created
a relationship dynamic that I did not want.<br />
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I started with learning the basics of how to move a horse’s feet from
the ground. I learned how to move the hindquarters, the forequarters,
move the whole horse forwards and backwards and in a circle around me.
Within who I was when I was practicing these things, however, was timid,
careful, shy, wanting to avoid confrontation, wanting to be kind and
gentle. What this create most of the time, was a horse that did not
respond to my aides. I’d ask him to move his feet, and sometimes he did,
but sometimes he didn’t. This in turn led to me feeling even less
capable, and more fearful of trying to build a relationship with a horse
that didn’t like or respect me.<br />
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I had the romanticised idea that I could build a good relationship
and communication with my horse just by spending time with him,
scratching his back under a tree. I would then be able to ride off into
the distance and never ever fall off. Also be in a perfect classical
dressage carriage. Yeah right.<br />
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It took time, quite a lot of time if I look back now, for me to
change who I was with my horse. I understood on an intellectual level
that his behaviour was reflecting who I was, but I couldn’t yet
translate that into understanding what it was I needed to change. I went
through periods of just wanting to give up, moments of trying to
overcompensate and then behaving in a way that I regretted later, and
moments of trying to find the answer everywhere but the most obvious
place: me.<br />
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<a href="https://i0.wp.com/eqonehorsemanship.files.wordpress.com/2017/05/dsc00346.jpg?w=298&h=224&crop&ssl=1" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="DSC00346" border="0" data-attachment-id="229" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-description="" data-image-meta="{"aperture":"2.8","credit":"","camera":"W850i","caption":"","created_timestamp":"1207049362","copyright":"","focal_length":"0","iso":"100","shutter_speed":"0.002","title":"","orientation":"1"}" data-image-title="DSC00346" data-large-file="https://eqonehorsemanship.files.wordpress.com/2017/05/dsc00346.jpg?w=640" data-medium-file="https://eqonehorsemanship.files.wordpress.com/2017/05/dsc00346.jpg?w=300" data-orig-file="https://eqonehorsemanship.files.wordpress.com/2017/05/dsc00346.jpg" data-orig-size="1600,1200" data-original-height="224" data-original-width="298" height="224" itemprop="http://schema.org/image" src="https://i0.wp.com/eqonehorsemanship.files.wordpress.com/2017/05/dsc00346.jpg?w=298&h=224&crop&ssl=1" style="height: 181px; width: 241px;" title="DSC00346" width="298" /></a>There was no one big “Aha!” moment that led to me finally realising
that I had to take a serious look at what I was living inside myself
that my horse was so kindly showing me. I started making small changes
at first, noticing small moments where I had shifted inside myself to be
more directive. One example was when my horse, Fatty, bullied one of
our little ponies, I immediately backed him up without a halter or any
other equipment (and without touching him) – I held him simply with my
focus and he backed right up in a straight line – and didn’t immediately
try to run off. In that moment I glimpsed what I was capable of – not
that that moment was representative of the relationship as a whole that I
wanted to develop – it was simply a moment of stepping out of my scared
little inner mouse and into my strong independent woman self.<br />
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Moral of the story: Our behaviour and body language is so obvious to
our equine friends – they read us so easily. If we are insecure, that is
what our horses see: our uncertainty, our hazy intentions. How can we
expect a horse, that is a prey animal and has evolved over time to stay
alive in a dangerous world, to respect us when we are frightened little
mice who don’t want to step on anyone’s toes? Horsemanship is about
being a leader and friend to our horses – we cannot be leaders if we are
so caught up in trying to be their friends that we are terrified of
actually leading. There is a balance in how we can develop our
relationships with our horses, and the ingredients include both
friendship and leadership.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634124170708072507.post-10361056705369819242017-05-20T18:43:00.000+02:002017-05-20T18:43:23.221+02:00Day 1323: I... Will... Not... Submit! Oh Crap I just Did<div data-contents="true">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634124170708072507.post-69239547966853537172017-05-18T20:01:00.000+02:002017-05-18T20:01:52.384+02:00Day 1322: They Must Fix it<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixRoUTCa_zDCs8BzAjSqXTO4TkKZlV73kuqePdeKqgvpuyUTze7_2gzj519ZVb6J2IVz_xaXokomUDDVvxlFaAinwd8AcSliNviSN7-QNeif1hDVjKXLkNNTfb672UtFBhcED8NZGgu54n/s1600/Be-the-change+ghandi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixRoUTCa_zDCs8BzAjSqXTO4TkKZlV73kuqePdeKqgvpuyUTze7_2gzj519ZVb6J2IVz_xaXokomUDDVvxlFaAinwd8AcSliNviSN7-QNeif1hDVjKXLkNNTfb672UtFBhcED8NZGgu54n/s200/Be-the-change+ghandi.jpg" width="121" /></a>Living change in our personal lives and in our society - its time to stop blaming other people, things and groups for the state of the world, our countries or our communities.Change starts with each one of us.<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="true" allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" height="315" scrolling="no" src="https://www.facebook.com/plugins/video.php?href=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2Fcerisepoolman%2Fvideos%2F10154397135066160%2F&show_text=0&width=560" style="border: none; overflow: hidden;" width="560"></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634124170708072507.post-34691122822817678872017-05-17T19:23:00.002+02:002017-05-17T19:29:19.417+02:00Day 1321: I Have no Purpose without my Work<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3PfIeANntVbF2s9svi7_YlpxOIpRYsLWM1uzrxnA8T7jpnZa-gzMcL7Xdr9dFGh7cOWgoGQCcA4e5IfKj6K57oNj1tMM7a1kzW2RkEXudzce527SWbm7xdBACsP_HD85Qr97ZkZ85NFeX/s1600/Lost.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3PfIeANntVbF2s9svi7_YlpxOIpRYsLWM1uzrxnA8T7jpnZa-gzMcL7Xdr9dFGh7cOWgoGQCcA4e5IfKj6K57oNj1tMM7a1kzW2RkEXudzce527SWbm7xdBACsP_HD85Qr97ZkZ85NFeX/s200/Lost.jpg" width="200" /></a>If I am unable to work, who am I? What is left of me? Do I see myself differently? What do all of these things tell me about myself?<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="true" allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" height="315" scrolling="no" src="https://www.facebook.com/plugins/video.php?href=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2Fcerisepoolman%2Fvideos%2F10154392560751160%2F&show_text=0&width=560" style="border: none; overflow: hidden;" width="560"></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634124170708072507.post-89648731305149467272017-05-16T19:59:00.001+02:002017-05-16T19:59:23.885+02:00Day 1320: Help! I Know Exactly What I Need to Do!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgamM_9KqqMYkVJinaLGse9ziQba4D2E0RiXoSS2VmAMJB-IrKHgiN1OciqV7okWT0N1BhnMBsBMloAGTX4O_BuDVpkAnABrieJVeMUJNIGWyyHUAiSPJWJ9TQf_s0TLWgoINeFkRc7DRUo/s1600/468688865_1280x720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="112" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgamM_9KqqMYkVJinaLGse9ziQba4D2E0RiXoSS2VmAMJB-IrKHgiN1OciqV7okWT0N1BhnMBsBMloAGTX4O_BuDVpkAnABrieJVeMUJNIGWyyHUAiSPJWJ9TQf_s0TLWgoINeFkRc7DRUo/s200/468688865_1280x720.jpg" width="200" /></a>Sometimes we know exactly how to help ourselves, but for some(?!?)
reason, we just don't. Sometimes the first step to change is to admit to
yourself what you've been doing.<br />
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Have you ever felt yourself stuck or constantly procrastinating even though you know exactly what you need to do? <a class="profileLink" data-hovercard-prefer-more-content-show="1" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=634386159" href="https://www.facebook.com/cerisepoolman">Cerise Poolman</a> and <a class="profileLink" data-hovercard-prefer-more-content-show="1" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=784455460" href="https://www.facebook.com/joekou">Joe Kou</a> <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{"tn":"*N","type":104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/getreal?source=feed_text&story_id=897448073739493"><span class="_5afx"><span class="_58cl _5afz">#</span><span class="_58cm">getreal</span></span></a> with how "I don't know what to do" is actually never true.<br />
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thoughts addictive? They certainly can feel that way when we look at
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634124170708072507.post-47079410831352576892017-05-09T18:55:00.000+02:002017-05-09T18:55:36.250+02:00Day 1316: Postponing Change<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFmkwaczclLdt40GROWBtC4U9OxX5b1-4fg90QEuikI3Xq5PvdaCMuFjqMDMQWPOJI7_XaS4vra9nNI3nDkuzBTh1Cqk8ZVvE9xw7K7Ocl-9tLDOcfLf-Psb9ot1uOSTbMPlxSc6M68bTg/s1600/so-procrastinate_1330673033_epiclolcom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="112" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFmkwaczclLdt40GROWBtC4U9OxX5b1-4fg90QEuikI3Xq5PvdaCMuFjqMDMQWPOJI7_XaS4vra9nNI3nDkuzBTh1Cqk8ZVvE9xw7K7Ocl-9tLDOcfLf-Psb9ot1uOSTbMPlxSc6M68bTg/s200/so-procrastinate_1330673033_epiclolcom.jpg" width="200" /></a>Do we underestimate the effect of a seemingly small thought? What opportunities do we miss by postponing a moment of change?<br />
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