I’m in this incredibly interesting and unfamiliar head space today. I survived, no thrived, through BlissDom. I want to write all about it. I want to share my story of my BlissDom so that you might be moved to go yourself next year, so that you might find some of the things I found while I was there.
I feel wide open, but not in a scared vulnerable way (well maybe just a tiny bit). I was so nervous going into this that I finally had to just make a pact with myself to be open. I accepted that whatever I was drawn to and whatever was drawn to me would be the exact right things. And it worked.
My therapist and I had a conversation in the session before I left for Nashville and I was talking about what I allow and what I don’t allow. She corrected me and said “what you choose” because everything is a choice. I bristled because choice is such an active thing and allowing is so much more passive. But she’s right.
I chose to be open. I chose to be real. I chose not to do anything out of a feeling of obligation, but instead to just do what felt right. I chose to accept love, compliments, caring – all things that are hard for me to be open to. I chose to let them become part of me and part of my experience at BlissDom.
I made the right choice.