Authors: Iyanla Vanzant
I forgive myself for judging women as
I forgive myself for judging women as
I forgive myself for judging women as
– I F
ORGIVE
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YSELF FOR
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ELIEVING
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EXAMPLE
I forgive myself for believing that all women are sneaky and cannot be trusted.
I forgive myself for believing
I forgive myself for believing
I forgive myself for believing
I forgive myself for believing
– T
APPING
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EQUENCE
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Review Basic
Tapping Sequence
Guidelines.
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EFLECTIONS
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I can have peace of mind only when I forgive rather than judge.
—G
ERALD
J
AMPOLSKY
Let me not bind Your son with laws I made. He is not bound to me except by my beliefs about him.
My only function is to forgive my beliefs that bind me in the time-space body to pain. I am not bound. I am free the moment I let go of the false beliefs, the foolish false beliefs about what I am and who I am; about what they are and who they are. My only function is to forgive what I thought was allowing love to takes its place.
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RAYER FOR
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– Forgiveness Story by Iyanla Vanzant –
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n spite of all of my misgivings and apprehensions, I really thought we were moving along quite nicely. We had known each other for many years before we became sexual and intimate. We had a healthy respect for each other’s space and responsibilities as professionals. We had a great time together walking, talking, laughing, and doing simple things like popping popcorn and eating it while lying in bed. It felt really good to me, and I thought it felt the same for him. Boy, was I wrong! Without warning or provocation, three years into my first healthy relationship, he packed up and left, stating, “I am not the man for you.” That was it. No further explanation was offered. Quite frankly, none was required. He was a man! They all lie, cheat, take what they want, and leave you scratching your head, bewildered and brokenhearted. I just thought he was different. I wanted him to be different. It hurt my feelings that he wasn’t different, and I was mad as hell that I didn’t see it coming.
I have spent the majority of my adult life trying to figure out who to be, how to be, and what to be to keep a man interested and committed in a relationship. I have used food as a way to his stomach and heart. I have been a warm and welcoming, ever-available sexual partner. I’ve been aloof and hard to catch. I’ve been coy and demure, helpless and dependent, independent and powerful—none of which has worked. I have asked them what they wanted. I have heard that want he wanted was me. That lasted only until someone younger, older, smarter, thinner, fatter, or more experienced came along. When that didn’t work, I made it up as we went along. To that end, I was deemed to be needy, moody, pushy, bossy, too dependent, too independent, angry, passive, aggressive, or fine but the timing was just not right. By the time I was 45, I determined that they were all crazy, they could not be trusted, and that I was going to live the rest of my life happily with Bob, my “battery-operated boyfriend.” Thank God I have close, nonsexual male friends to help me figure it all out.