When I can't get the chatterbox to shut up!

No, this time I'm not talking about the kiddo. This time it's my internal chatterbox blasting lies, shame, and ideas of hopelessness about my current situation. I was given a critical review today over a project I've been working on that is due to release at the end of May. I have no one to talk to about it except God, hubby, and the dogs because I've been instructed by the Lord to keep several things going on in my life quiet for 150 days (started Jan 1, 2018). Yes, I know it's a weird number...and what's 150 days got to do with it? I had to ask for myself, "Lord, if I don't find it in your Word (Bible) then I'm going to dismiss it." Sure enough Noah's Ark was afloat & the earth was completely flooded for that 150 days. You can read that for yourself here. Genesis 7:24 "And the waters prevailed on earth one hundred and fifty days." There you have it...Noah, didn't have anyone to talk to either except the animals, his family & God. So...here I am.

That critical review was complete truth, but that didn't make it any more emotionally distraught to hear it. Truth is hard! It listed all the things I had done wrong. It had pointed out things that could be changed that I thought was good. It came with a written voice like a teacher with the red pen checking every point, and there was NO smiley faces. Ha...it took me back to elementary education. It's clear I had some red marks back then, huh? Which all of that says "Yvonne, you did bad, you are bad, and it's pointless!" Anybody else? I wanted to quit tonight for a half a second...then I remembered. I have tools in my toolbox for this. These are lies from the pits of hell. I can do this, I will show them, and even if I don't complete it...guess what?  I learned some things, I am better for it, and it'll help someone later. I have found that most of the experiences I've been through is so I can better relate & help someone else later. I will continue to try at least thru the 150 days. What are my tools??

Thankfully I had recently finished a book called Crash The Chatterbox: Hearing God's voice above all others. In the book there's a part where the author asks "What great deeds are in danger of remaining undone in your life because of lies that were planted in your past or fears that are looming in your future?" This is almost the exact sentence I use in my practice.

My other way of shutting up the chatter is to process it thru aromas. What?! Yes, it's called aroma freedom technique. You know how you smell pie & it reminds you of grandma's house...that's how this works. It's a simple 12 step process that I fell in love with because I was able to process stuff I didn't even know I was holding on to. I was able to process in 30 mins what I couldn't touch in typical counseling for 3 years. I loved the simplicity of it so much that I went and got my certification in the technique. From my pains, my business was born. The relationships I've built from this practice are so humbling, the beautiful testimonies on the website, and reviews on my Facebook & Instagram business pages called Release & Believe. Why did I call my business name that? It's biblical personal to me in regards to releasing my all to God, believing in Him, but it also names the last two oils needed for the aroma session. My pain was turned into a passion & it gave me purpose. What more could I ask for? God has turned ashes to beauty...and I get to watch and partake others in healing.

So if you're overwhelmed, stressed out, and can't begin to shut off the chatter...let me give you a 60 second technique that you can do for yourself. You will need 3 oils; Stress Away, Frankincense, and Lavender. 1 drop each in the less dominant hand, rub counterclockwise with dominant hand...then inhale. That's it. Watch what happens. It's amazing! No it won't do a complete clearing & transformation like an entire session, but it will get you over the hump. It's a simple self-care.

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Update: as soon as I posted this I got a message from my red check mark critical review: I'll be sure to go to bed smiling now! Don't give up!

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The Aggressive Lies of Perfection...

have done more damage to goals & dreams than anything else. Peeps! Lets' talk.

I'm the queen of focus on your goals, hide yourself from the daily to do list like laundry because it'll be there when you finish anyway. Make your minutes in this life matter. Coffee with a friend because she needs an ear, cuddling with your baby, watching a movie with your spouse, and anything that directly affects your bank account are all more important than those dishes, dusting, laundry, etc.

It's no lie that I hate certain elements of laundry to the point the stacks and stacks of clothes find their usual home in a laundry basket. I don't have too much trouble actually getting clothes to the washer & starting it...the delay comes in getting them transferred to the dryer. Then, I must rewash them because they've sat in the washer too long & ohhh gawd the horrific smell of "you know." No lie, I've got an easy peasy resolve of that smell through a few drops of purification in with the laundry soap itself (that stuff makes poop smell like sweet lemonade with no exaggeration). Then once it's to the dryer, I do turn it on to complete the process, but it may be days before it gets taken out...or it gets placed into its' home until I absolutely can't stand it anymore. There's a wide range of time that goes by before the "I can't stand it anymore" ignites action of actually putting it away.

When I do get the action rolling on folding...that usually doesn't bother me too much & I'll get those all stacked up & put away. SHIRTS tho are my downfall because they have to go on a hanger & be hung up. There's something about that process (No, at this moment I don't know why) that I absolutely HATE! So while I'll get all the other clothes folded & put away...the shirts then join the family of shirts pile on our cedar chest in the bedroom again until I can't stand it anymore. There's something about misery loving company, and that chest then finds multiple things placed on it from receipts, new fall decor that I've bought, jewelry that I've taken off, opened mail packages, and the pile piles on up. Our cedar chest is the magnet for all things I don't want to deal with, you know like that treadmill, exercise bike, or the vacuum, but why the chest...it has no exertion requirement calling out to me that I need to face.

This morning I decided I was going to face this 2 weeks worth of clean laundry that needed to go where it belonged. In the midst of all this I've picked a book to listen to (Audible has became my new friend, and I'm questioning why it's taken me so long to discover it) called Finish: Give Yourself The Gift of Finish by Jon Acuff. I don't suggest many books, but this one that needs to be read by every single house. Why, you ask, because perfection has lied to us in a very subtle but aggressive way. One of the biggest takes I had gotten from this book was that...

"the word "until" is nothing more than perfection dressed up in a Halloween costume!"

Big eyes here, and mouth dropped to the floor...eye opener! Genius! So, when you talk listen for your "until". There's a whole bunch of revelations in the words of this book, so I won't give anymore spoiler alerts; GO GET THE BOOK!

Back to my morning, I decide to take one of his tips I'd got from the book to face my laundry situation. While I won't go into detail about the tip, I'll say I changed my goal to only hang up the shirts. You know what? Not only did I hang up the shirts, I put ALL the laundry away, swept the floor in my bedroom, dusted, threw away all the piles of trash on the cedar chest or placed everything where it belonged, and made my bed (typically don't because I'm gonna crawl right back in it tonight). I FINISHED the book, laundry, and all the above by noon today. Reward...the rest of the day to do what I want. I'm not looking at the other rooms (past experience says I do that) that need such details as defeat.  Perfection would try to say I've failed because the entire house isn't that way. I'm calling BS on perfection today & nothing has felt so freeing. Thank you to Jon for the book...something tells me that my house will be cleaner overall, my guilt will have been crushed by revelations, and I'll walk in many more victories because I will FINISH. You are worthy of FINISH.