“How could I have said something so stupid?” “That was so dumb of me! I should have known better!” “I will never get it right! Why am I even bothering to try?” “I wish I wasn’t so clumsy! Why can’t I be more elegant and graceful, like Janet?”
Does any of that sound familiar to you? That was my inner voice before I had an encounter with death. That was the voice in my head, constantly nagging, putting myself down, wishing I were different, better, smarter, stronger, more spiritual. Wishing I were anyone but who I am.
The most meaningful lesson I learned from being at death’s door is that ...
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