Yesterday and today is a demarcation line. My first adult me Christmas celebrated partying. I have always been surrounded by the net of family or having a significant other every Christmas, and this year I am by myself - by choice. It's freeing and fun. The first year in 26 years where all those decorations and tree remain unboxed, minimal visiting shops for presents, selectively choosing time allocation. Who knew life could be this good stepping outside of my pre-conceived notions of the holidays?
Clearly, Christmas is not about the material, the exchange of the material to say "I love you;" the need to be with loved ones to feel loved; the doing to please, to be accepted, or in order to.
Last night I got to share with just about every guest how extraordinary their lives truly are and have that kind of conversation live that would open up other wonderful types of conversations. I noticed how folk would stop with all their superficial, learned quick comebacks to look good/funny and welcome having the opportunity of just being free to express what is truly important to them.
I gave and received heart felt hugs, Mary, Vanessa, Eric, John exchanged acknowledgments with me and each other, I met lots of new friends and invited them to the social meet up group. This also was the first time I came home long after 1:00am.
There is a saying in Landmark that after you are transformed the community has to re-adjust their version of you, as you are no longer the triangle they have always seen you as, you are now a circle shape. Last night, I got the feedback that I am seen and presenced as who I say am, and held accountable for being who I say I am, that it is not for myself as much as the richness of other's lives.
Contribution
Making a difference
We owe it to our "creator" to maximize our potential (Oprah Winfrey)
How was your Christmas?
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I can relate to the trouble of breaking out of the mold that people have always seen you in and not being acknowledged for what you have become. Every time I go back to AZ, I get the sense that my childhood friends and I haven't acknowledged that we've changed at all, probably because we have less and less in common each time.
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