This morning, I was enjoying my daily self-care ritual (Guys... hang on a minute... this might sound too female at the moment, but read on... I strongly believe you'll see yourself as well as you read on...) Anyway... I was dancing actually... and I started to notice ways I resisted my desire for freedom, ways I held myself back... even in the privacy of my own room. 

My iPod was playing fast dance music about love, relationships, and sex and although the music inspired a total freedom of expression within me, another part of me said, "don't do that!"  While the rhythm made me want to move in all kinds of wild, sexy and free ways, a voice inside my head said, "That's not nice.  That's too sexy.  That's nasty."  In the past, the voice might have said, "That's looks stupid.  You can't dance.  You're embarrassing yourself!"  (Again, I was the only one in the room and whether it was slow and sweet or hot and sexy, the dance was just for me - just because it felt good.) 

The inner critic sure can run wild inside our heads sometimes!  I watched as a subtle inner battle between good and bad, nice and naughty, right and wrong took place inside me.  I continued to watch and then noticed I felt comfortable (safe) shaking some parts of my body, but other parts were off limits. The bootie is something I am not really comfortable shaking and judgments ran through my head like wildfire.  Needless to say, I'd found a comfort zone, a limit to my freedom... and it was self-imposed! 

It still amazes me that as much clearing as I've done, I still find myself limiting my own freedom and holding on to the safety of my comfort zones.

Then other limitations and comfort zones popped up... I remembered songs that a part of me loved, while another part of me was embarrassed by.  I specifically recollected the words chanted to the old "Mony, Mony" song, "Get laid... get..." 

I realized my nice girl syndrome was playing out again... Read More