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Positive Energy

I have had quite a few people surrounding me - online and offline - who are in need of a whack of positive energy. I figured I'd throw it out to the Internet-verse to see if I could muster up as much as I possibly could to help them along the paths that they are currently facing.

I've been going through a bit of a transition myself lately, one that I'm quite familiar with and one that is not all that great to weed through but always leaves me feeling much stronger as I get out the other side.

I've talked about the 3 month hump before - the strange period that seems to hit after I've lived somewhere for 3 months where I feel just at a bit of a loss - missing those things I left behind, perhaps eager to discover more about the place I am currently and the general sense of uncertainty, unknown, insecurity.

I find it painfully hard, mostly because I AM a very confident, outgoing person and feeling hesitant makes me irritable.

I think it also stems from coming from a large family, 1 of 4 siblings, growing up with lots of busyness and things going on around you. Loss of a comfortable, familiar social network is hard even if building and discovering one in a new surrounding is incredibly rewarding.

I have also been sinking a bit into myself, becoming reflective, examining all that exists in the layers of experiences I've had over the past few years.

This is not always a good thing but it's a necssary thing. And now that I feel a bit more on the other side of it, I realized that it was simply just a means to an end. A section of a mostly colourful and fantastical road that feels all encompassing and a little bit frightening.

Each time I face it, I learn more about myself. And that is what I cherish about adversity - large or small - there is always a hindsight sense that you would be less if you had not faced it.

And so I'm taking my positive energy and throwing it back to the universe for those who need it and returning the favour of all the positive-energy-sucking I did in the last couple of weeks.

Thanks. I needed it. And hopefully, it will be there for you when you need it to.


kim joo mee said…
Thanks for the inspiration Abs. Miss you heaps. Your letter is tucked nicely on a shelf in my desk and I can see your hand writing from where I'm sitting. Awe. Miss you!
awww kimmers :) so glad I could be part of your day xxx miss you too :) thank god for old pix on FB .. randomly sift through them on occasion and they make me smile ...esp the ones taken at the end of some nights "ohhh that is SUCH a good picture!! ohhhhhh" ( it)

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