I finished my audio book of "Can't Hurt Me" yesterday.
It was a wonderful tool to put in my tool box.
I loved every minute of this book.
At the end, David makes a statement about his past that resonates with me so much.
He talks about how he is now at peace.
That word.
Peace.
Doesn't that word just introduce feelings to your soul like no other word can?
He speaks of how he bore his entire being in this book, telling people (complete strangers) all about every single part of him:
His past.
His upbringing.
His abuse.
Being called "nigger."
Failing at literally everything he ever tried, and failing repeatedly, before succeeding.
His broken relationships.
His physical trials.
His inability to read.
Every part of him.
The good.
The very, very bad.
The scary.
The ugly.
The embarrassments.
The failures.
He talks about how doing that - that practice of just putting it all out there - has brought him peace.
Peace with himself.
Peace with his past.
Peace with his present and his future.
Just peace.
I was telling Mike about this last night - how I understand that peace.
Putting it all out there.
All of it.
With a therapist.
With your kitchen cabinet person.
With him.
In a blog.
Putting it all out there - not hiding anything or keeping any secrets or covering it up with eating disorders, addiction, anything...
Just living it all and doing so raw...
That has brought me so much peace.
Peace that I could not have found any other way.
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