What You Resist Persists

what you resist persist

Three weeks ago, I got a sore throat, which turned into a cough, accompanied by all over aches and a fever.  For a week, I was annoyed at this unwelcome intrusion into my work time and resisted it with all my might.

I was embarrassed too.  I have all kinds of healing tools that work, and I’m generally in good health.  Why had I caught a virus that seemed to want to settle in for the long term?

When I got sick, I was on the verge of trying some new things in my online business, and I had a monetary goal I’d wanted to reach by the end of October.  Having a persistent case of bronchitis didn’t jive with my plans.

Seven days went by, and I didn’t get well.  I wasn’t using my healing tools.  I was too weak and too ornery to be bothered.

I finally realized, though, that I was pushing hard against my cough.  So what was it doing?  Pushing back — resisting.  The more I resisted it, the more it persisted, and the more anxiety I had to deal with.

Let It Be

So I stopped resisting.

What’s the upside to being sick, I asked myself.

I was getting to watch a lot of fun HGTV shows (I love interior decorating).  I was spending hours with my dog, Spot.  I got to watch the rain outside my window.  I had lots of time to imagine my ideal life.

I relaxed into being sick.

And I started to get better.

Each day, I was a little better and a little better, falling to sleep much easier.

And at the end of another few days, I was well enough to turn on my laptop and tackle my inbox.  I also checked on my websites.

And how about that?  In the previous four days, in which I’d done no work at all, my sites brought in more than they had all of last month. I also got $65 in dog treats for free.

Before I got sick, I ordered five large boxes of Spot’s favorite treats.  They arrived last week.  Then a few days later, we got another big carton with 6 boxes of the treats.  We called the company to tell them about their mistake.  They said it would cost more for them to pay for return shipping than was worth it.  So their mistake was our gift.

I’d say I had a pretty productive week for “doing nothing.”

Nothing Is Something

The truth is that when I decided to just be sick and stop resisting it, I wasn’t doing nothing.  I was doing something important.  I was allowing.

When you allow what is to be what is, you take the first step toward moving on to a better place.  As long as you complain, harangue, or otherwise push against what’s going on in your life, the longer change will elude you.

The minute you give in to it—whatever “it” is that you don’t like, the energy will shift.  And all sorts of wonderful things will come your way.

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