Blocks

No, I’m not going to be talking about the small blocks or bricks that young children put together or pile on top of each other.  I am talking about the mental, emotional or physical blocks that we encounter in our lives, generally (I think) without realising it.

I was reading a book the other day and one of the characters said to the main one that she had a financial block because of the fact she had grown up so poor and had nearly ended up homeless.  And the man who wanted to take her out and treat her was rich and she just couldn’t believe she was valuable enough as a person to receive all the wonderful things he was doing for her.

When Kevin and I got together, I had very little.  In fact, due to circumstances, I was also heavily in debt after my move to Scotland and was basically too poorly to work.  One of my major blocks has always been financial and I could see exactly where this character was coming from.  I also had to learn that I WAS valuable enough to be treated well and given special and precious gifts from my husband to be.

From a young age, even though I had a fascination with numbers and learnt telephone numbers for people all over the world, if I had to DO anything with them and count them or anything related to maths, yeah, well, it just didn’t happen.  Well, it did, but I got it wrong.  And estimating…er…yep, a closed book to me.

TREASURE

Whatever the block I have is, I know that it is tied to my past and if I dislodge them as I begin to believe in myself more and have better self esteem my life will improve dramatically.