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My journey in self-awareness, to being a Coach. Wednesday, 3 June 2015. Give-in to the Flow. Yes, give-in to Life. Sunday, 19 April 2015. Feeling stuck, indecisive. Pause and ask What Am I avoiding. Notice what comes up. This IS the raw material to work with. The stuff that will aid in finding a way out of a limbo-laden, stuck, dissonant state. The inquiry will inch us closer to the authentic self- the truth. Because, most often the answer is in what I am avoiding. Monday, 13 April 2015. Lets tr.CONTENT
This web page sohumansoimperfect.blogspot.com states the following, "My journey in self-awareness, to being a Coach." We saw that the webpage said " Wednesday, 3 June 2015." It also said " Yes, give-in to Life. Sunday, 19 April 2015. Pause and ask What Am I avoiding. This IS the raw material to work with. The stuff that will aid in finding a way out of a limbo-laden, stuck, dissonant state. The inquiry will inch us closer to the authentic self- the truth. Because, most often the answer is in what I am avoiding. Monday, 13 April 2015."SEEK SIMILAR DOMAINS
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This one is about to explode. I lost my mind and my ego. But close to you it felt like home, like home. I lost my invitation to the funeral of love. I still believe but I still doubt. Beyond my window there are only. Lovers, lovers let the river grow and ease the pain. Never, never let them feed the crows in your head.