Imperfectly Perfect

We are perfect learning machines.

We learned exactly what we needed to learn in order to survive. Nothing is wrong. Except what we learned. What we were taught. It’s not that I am broken and need to be fixed.

It’s that what I learned then, that is still running my agenda now, isn’t what will bring me happiness now. I see danger where there is none and then react as if there is. I’m in flight or fight.

It pisses me off. I’m angry that it’s not working and need someone, anyone else to blame.

Instead, what I really need is unlearning false beliefs that aren’t working for me, learning anew ones that will work for me. Answering to my needs rather than to my programming.