It dawned on me that I felt anxiousness in some of Sam’s little remarks–something as innocent as, “Where’s my wallet,” or “I want my kiss.” Well, that’s not Sam’s anxiety. There is no problem; and he’s not suggesting there is (and I know exactly where his wallet is!). But it FEELS like he’s suggesting that something is awry and needs my attention!
And that, friends, touches on how I coped as a child. Order was my sanity, my survival. Definitely about me! But knowing that this still lingers in my unconscious, I can reprogram on a little deeper level. I LOVE this stuff!