God knows I am not a blank slate. I have personality and design. I have history and opinions. I have a calling and function. I am open to editing, but not bending of design. This very moment I became aware that in my life exist iron-willed individuals who unwittingly grafitti on my identity. It doesn’t matter that they do so unknowingly, perhaps also by design. The net result is the same.
I am looking at myself analytically. My boundaries are encroached. People who cause me to have to defend my boundaries no longer have access to my emotional attachments in certain areas. It doesn’t mean I do not love them. It means I revoke their access to certain parts of me. I release myself.
I see that certain emotional attachments have the potential of being looming icebergs to my destiny if I let them steer me. I purpose to open only to those sensitive to my design. I will not shipwreck my expression.
Freedom has a feel and a tell. The tell is that it allows me to focus outward, not inward. Positive inward focus feeds me. It empowers me. Negative inward focus is spiritual gaslighting that keeps me in a whirlpool.
I am not a blank canvas for others. The canvas is mine to design.
