“When patterns are broken, new worlds emerge.” ~Tuli Kupferberg
Somehow this quote paints a scene of great Art, of stepping out of the box and being presented with a wondrous new world.
In my experience breaking an old pattern requires stamina, fearlessness, standing out and being different, walking away from familiar and entering into the unknown, which I guess is where the new world emerges.
Even if the new world is much healthier, happier and more peaceful, there is sorrow as the old pattern dies.
It is a piece of your personality or a fragment of you that is being disposed of.
If I were to pile up all the old patterns that I broke, you would see a whole person standing there.
Her pattern had shades and tones of abuse and dysfunction, faint colors of washed out places of low self-esteem, heavy dark corridors of unawareness and brainwashing along with righteously wrong values.
She was an enigma, a very confusing mystery to unravel, a body of truth and a head of fiction.
The breaking of the pattern was all headwork, my patterns of thoughts and beliefs that didn’t match reality and I had to work to reconfigure them in my head.
It was going backwards in time and reworking or removing the patterns I had set in my head.
Patterns of me that were formed by childhood, patterns that reflect those who raised me, those who cared for me, doing the best they knew how.
It was their pattern that I was living by, not mine.
I was a designed for their use not mine.
When patterns are broken, a new you emerges….
I M Perfect lady 