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Barbs, Barriers and Burrs



Barbs, Barriers and Burrs.  Those little or not so little enemies of our dreams have to be dealt with and defeated.

 Barbs begin this blurb.  Barbs as in barbed-wire.  Or barb as in the end of a fish hook that cruelly holds the mouth of its catch.

 Money, or rather my stupidity in managing it keeps me incarcerated.  Maybe not suddenly, but little by little it enslaves if I don't get control of it. 

 Jon Acuff says, "Money will become a high-walled border around your dream if you don't control it.  It will limit what you can do and when you can do it, like a barbed-wire fence at a prison." (Quitter)

 Busting barriers is next.  Barriers can be those fortresses in our minds that have been built up over time from experiences and lies.  

 What if.  Should have.  If only.  By now.  I'm too old.

Barriers are built up with blocks of doubt, excuses, cop outs, and justifying our own behaviors. 

Barriers trap us into the cage of helplessness that separates from dreams and dampens the fire and the energy needed to break it down.

Brushing burrs.   Bristling.  Annoying.  Difficult. 

 One stroll through a pasture in this area and my pant legs are covered with an entire chapter in a natural science text book of stickers, thorns and burrs.

The constant rubbing, poking and wearing is maddening!  I become completely distracted with "GETTING THEM OFF."

For me this burr is busyness, anxiety, worry and my calendar!

November's focus on my professional and career goals include standing up to these nasty enemies standing between my dreams and I!
 

 


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