Contraction or Expansion

I had a dream I lost 2 cars, not 1 but 2. I'm struggling to gain control in direction in life. I don't know. Is it that or that I just feel lost in my personal life. Because I do. I can't make a decision on this nursing thing. Mostly, because I don't want to go back to school. But, the idea of going back to st. Pete is intriguing. I could date again. Be closer to Patty. So there is that. I am losing direction. '

Kat wrote something interesting. She asked if Samoa felt like contraction or expansion. Contraction for sure. So does getting back together with Justin. I think this is a good guide for when I am feeling indecisive. Staying here feels like expansion. I can continue focusing on connection, exploration, and growth. Sergio feels like expansion. 

As for Everlasting, I am excited to try it but now my left hip hurst so im nervous. It could be my mind and body connection too. It does that. But, I do feel it. I really hope it doesn't stop me. I was feeling so strong and my body felt good. I think the gravel bike triggered the injury again. But, you know what. If it doesn't work out, at least I have an out. I can stop. I can sleep somewhere and wait. I'll be ok. I will do my best and that will be enough. Because I am enough. 

I'm grateful for...

- family

- friends I am making

- living in Ecuador

- getting to swim and bike

- testing my limits on the bike 

- love and hope for it

- my health physically, mentally, and emotionally


  • Expansion (Openness):
    • Feelings: Joy, love, inspiration, openness, and freedom.
    • State: The nervous system is in a state of parasympathetic regulation, focusing on connection, exploration, and growth.
    • Characteristics: High-vibration states, such as when feeling in alignment with your true purpose.
  • Contraction (Restriction):
    • Feelings: Fear, doubt, dullness, anxiety, or feeling stuck.
    • State: The nervous system moves toward a protective, defensive state, often narrowing attention to potential problems.
    • Characteristics: Ego-driven, or a natural, necessary pause to process, heal, or ground oneself before expanding again

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