Sometimes I do my best to see everything in my world through the eyes of love but most times, I’m just a human… doing my best…

This holiday season, some people are overjoyed with love but some do their best not to be “toxicated” with energies and stories shared and brought by their many family members and relatives they have not met in months or years…

I used to be one of them.

Mixed feelings of love, joy and at the same time dreading these stories that seek love, attention and many more…

And as sensitive beings (intuitive empaths), I was also equipped with “bullshit” detector an inner knowing who is telling the truth, who crafts stories to seek love and who desperately need attention (by absorbing other people’s uplifting energies)…and many more… (Sometimes I’m the observer, sometimes I’m the very people I avoid… lol.)

I don’t understand all these previously and I dread feeling lethargic and exhausted after such joyous once a year meetup…

Anyway, as a child I used to do my best to find my “place” in any groups be it families, schools or any social outings. It’s like a sense of belonging.

And no matter how many groups I’ve been through and how many random strangers I’ve met, I cannot call any-my own tribe. Not even my family.

Growing up, I’ve always felt like an outsider and that no one truly understood me.

Now, it does not seem much has changed other than how i react…

If I’m silent that means I’m doing my best to adapt to my surroundings and probably has “zoned out” in my meditative hooponopono state…

But if I’m happy and buzzing with joy that means I’m “home”.

I have decided not to search for my own tribe because as I peeled my many layers of onion skins and uncover my own authenticity, I attracted more and more likeminded and heart-fused loving souls like me. I get to create my own tribe, yipee!

And as for the misfits of families I’ve to visit? Well, now I only do things I felt my heart is sync with. I no longer say yes when my heart meant no. And if I really have to, Ho’oponopono is my solution to that.

(Of course, the “spiritual coach” within me points that -that the real misfit is me… my surroundings are just mirroring the “me” that i dislike and hid and which acted like a spoilt brat “victims in life”… so make myself comfy and enjoy the “show” and what better way than…)

Just meditating and visualising “I love you” and spreading the contagious energy to everything.

This helps and miracles appears everywhere…

I love you.
Thank you.