I have been noticing a strong reluctance of people to find out the truth about themselves.
When they do, they are relieved… so it is before… when they don’t know what’s wrong with them.
There is, there are signals that you are not in perfect alignment with who you would need to be to be happy, to be fulfilled, to be healthy, vigorous, the world is my oyster kind of guy or gal.
And you hate it, because it niggles away on you, like the thought of getting a C diagnosis from a doctor, the diagnosis of almost certain death.
So you procrastinate. Continue reading