Dumpster Fire

Since we are human there’s a good chance we’ve made some questionable choices in our lives.

Maybe exhibited some less than stellar behaviors?

Tossed a few hand grenades into a bunch of relationships?

Looked in the mirror and went “MEH!”?

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I’m guessing there will be more than a few heads nodding affirmative.

And herein lies the rub: do we keep sitting on the pot? Or do we say enough?

And when we’ve raised our hand and made a choice to walk out of the garbage strewn around our life that’s when the magic happens.

Just showing up for that choice opens a huge doorway to transformation.

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How’s that you ask?

This is what I tell my clients: these four words when unpacked can completely alter and change your experience of Life.

Here they are:

Belief.

What is a belief? Can it really change? Looking at our beliefs is the beginning to unraveling the mystery of us.

Story.

What’s the story we tell ourselves about our world, the characters in it, the experiences we have had, and most importantly the story we tell about ourselves. Don’t like your story? Then change it. That simple.

Attention.

What is attention? What do we put it on? We all know the adage “what you put your attention on grows”. So what are you growing? Attention might actually be the most precious commodity we have access to.

Awareness.

This gets enhanced by the first three words. From my perspective when you have awareness you have choice. If we don’t have awareness of how our past trauma is informing the present then we are destined to ruled by triggers and reactions. So…with awareness comes choice. Game changer.

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This is not an overnight transformation.

It takes a willingness to reveal old wounds.

It takes courage to face down our demons.

It takes commitment to do the repair work necessary to heal relationships.

It takes your intent and your will to crawl out of that dumpster and declare yourself on the path to manifesting your best life.

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I know firsthand what it’s like sitting in your shit and deciding to move on from it.

Yup, that’s me sitting there back in the day. Wondering at the dumpster fire I made of my life.

Now? Walked out of that mess. Jettisoned the dumpster with so much gratitude and didn’t look back.

And you? What will you choose?

Thanks for reading.

Jamie Gilroy is a Mindset Coach working with men to unlock their fullest potential. Are you looking to tweak and improve some issues in your life? Are you interested in a free clarity call to investigate working with Jamie? Email him at jbgilroy@icloud.com Check out his website to learn more about the work he does: https://jamesbgilroy.com

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