I just bought new trash bins for my kitchen. 

Sounds like a simple enough task but it turned out to be a 1.5-hour exercise with visits to multiple stores.

You see the bins are visible in my new kitchen so I needed something of decorator quality and I needed two of them to match (one for trash and one for recycling).  My requirement was that they were large enough to hold (ideally) the week’s-worth of tossings (it would appear I invented a word there), blend with the décor of the kitchen, fit the assigned space without being obtrusive, be easy to maintain and not cost an arm and a leg; after all, these bins are for trash.

This took some research.

I found the perfect pair at my first store, was just about to buy them, then questioned the price.  I know retailers need money to stay in business but I knew I would be shaking my head at my decision to buy the first thing I saw at a price that was almost double that of the last outfit I purchased.

The next series of stores had options but some level of compromise was required on my part.

As I approached the last store I felt strongly that I would find what I wanted and I did; in fact, I didn’t realize just how well they checked all of my boxes until I got them home.  I think what was stored in my subconscious mind about the space and décor directed me to pop them in my cart.  They’re perfect.

I do love decorating but sometimes my childlike impatience prompts me to take a recommendation or simply pick up something to fill a void rather than take the time to read, understand, and choose for the longer term (ask me about my front room window sheers, now on their way to Goodwill).

That childlike impatience and trust of authorities was in play about a dozen years ago when I was diagnosed with Bipolar spectrum and put on meds.  Five days into the meds, my instincts kicked in that I was not ready to hand myself over to the medical system and admit defeat. 

I researched the disorder, consulted with natural practitioners and did lots of digressing and soul-searching.  Long story short, I chose nutrition, sunshine, reprogramming, exercise and purpose as my medicine and never looked back. 

Now, I can feel when that negative grip gets a hold and am clear as to the exterior programming that’s designed to keep me – us – small, sick and broke, and have empowered myself with ways in which to override it.

I share a few of those “ways” here in 50 Simple Ways to Release the Shackles of Self Sabotage. 

If you’re ready to question everything – including me – and enjoy a life of health, purpose, freedom, and connection then this is your time.  Grab your pre-launch copy and let’s do this together.