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Tolerating Tendencies

Welcome!

You’ve found one of the original posts from Love Without Traffic, a blog that unexpectedly evolved into The Relationship Ride and several projects that followed.

While this site remains home to years of writing and adventures, most of my current work now lives at NancyKoenig.com.

Over there you’ll find newer blog posts, updates on The Relationship Ride and Love Without Traffic, Reflowerment®, energy healing, and whatever unexpected creative rabbit hole I’ve wandered into lately.

If you’re looking for my latest writing, start here:

NancyKoenig.com/blog

If you are here for the archives, read on.

And if you happen to notice references to book launches, timelines, or plans that have aged in interesting ways, consider them part of the historical record.

I’m glad you found your way here.

— Nancy

People who stay in narcissistically abusive relationships often accept less than they want or deserve in other areas of their lives as well. Tolerating the unacceptable, as defined by the individual, is a tendency that can show up with jobs, environments and much more.

This awareness had been circling for quite some time, but finally landed when I returned to a beautiful rental I’d enjoyed so much a few months prior. It looked, sounded and felt like a very different place than the one I’d loved so much when I’d stayed there earlier that year. An abundance of challenges, including a horrific bug infestation, begged me to leave upon arrival. 

But the people who had rented the place felt like friends, and they’d given me a great deal on the rate. I didn’t want to leave them hanging.* Then there was that beautiful beach right across the street to consider, one of the prettiest I’d experienced in Florida, and the ability to listen to crashing waves from a screened-in lanai.

Forcing myself to focus on the blessings, and tolerate the abudance of very stressful issues, was no different than focusing on the positive aspects of an abusive partner. Sure, those traits exist. Likely, that’s why we were drawn to those people, environments and situations in the first place. But that doesn’t mean we have to stay with them – or in them, as was the case with the rental – if things go toxic. 

Pretzaling myself around whatever showed up in my life was a bad habit I’d carried over from relationships. Yes, it can be a great spiritual practice and tool for personal growth to allow people – and environments – to be exactly as they are. And, if a person or place is having a very negative impact upon us, then it’s time to take a look at our tendency to stay.

“I would have turned around that first day and demanded a refund,” said friends who I’d only told about the bugs. That was only one of several issues I’d been trying to be okay with at the rental. 

Unlike some life lessons, who we date and where we stay are usually optional. When we are at choice, sometimes the lesson is loving ourselves enough to leave, trusting that those we are “letting down” in the process may need that for their own highest good in ways we can’t see.

I don’t believe the people who rented me the place knew how bad the issues there had become, since it was a vacation rental they managed from afar. If they did know, that’s their choice to explore. I’m only responsible for my own decisions. And if I don’t make ones that serve me, I can’t really show up to serve others, either. 

All the time and energy I devoted to trying to be okay with the rental, and trying to make the rental okay for me, was time and energy subtracted from writing, publishing and supporting clients. Leaving the home for as much of the day as I could, and spending hours on the beach to decompress from all the stress experienced there, defeated the purpose of renting it in the first place. I’d rented it because it seemed like a perfect place to focus on my mission. 

It took one of the bugs finding its way into my actual bed – no symbolism lost there – and the first full-on PTSD flareup I’d exerienced in years for me to finally cry uncle. When I did, I asked for a full refund which, credit to the people who rented it to me, granted. I know, due to the other situations that occurred there which I am not writing about, I could have taken them to small claims court and won the maximum awarded by the state of Florida. 

Fortunately for all of us, I’m not the suing type. 

But I am the type to release people, environments and situations that feel toxic for me. Thanks to my experience with the bug apocalypse, I no longer wait until it’s that uncomfortable to do so.

Another incredible lesson I learned from that particular rental was to always listen to my intuition, and not my mind. The latter could list many reasons to return to that home, one which I’d loved so much when I’d left and had been excited to return to. But I had a very tight and contracted feeling in my body when I went to make the payment, which I had ignored. 

This lesson helped me make different choices when I felt that way in the future. I’m share a more recent example in my next post.

Clear Your Traffic: 

*Anytime you find yourself thinking or saying that you don’t want to leave someone hanging, or something to that effect, pause to ask yourself this very important question:

If you don’t leave them hanging, are you leaving yourself hanging instead? It’s wonderful to care about the feelings and wellbeing of others, but it doesn’t serve you or anyone else when doing so is at your own expense. 

Are there any situations you are choosing to remain in, even though they are draining you of your lifeforce?

If so, do you truly feel like you are growing through that choice, or are you just suffering and settling for much less than you want and deserve?

 

Pines And Signs

Welcome!

You’ve found one of the original posts from Love Without Traffic, a blog that unexpectedly evolved into The Relationship Ride and several projects that followed.

While this site remains home to years of writing and adventures, most of my current work now lives at NancyKoenig.com.

Over there you’ll find newer blog posts, updates on The Relationship Ride and Love Without Traffic, Reflowerment®, energy healing, and whatever unexpected creative rabbit hole I’ve wandered into lately.

If you’re looking for my latest writing, start here:

NancyKoenig.com/blog

If you are here for the archives, read on.

And if you happen to notice references to book launches, timelines, or plans that have aged in interesting ways, consider them part of the historical record.

I’m glad you found your way here.

— Nancy

If you are missing someone who has passed on this holiday season, keep your eyes and other senses open for signs. Loved ones who are no longer “with us” often find ways to let us know that they are still very much by our sides. It’s up to us to notice, and receive the signs instead of looking for more plausible explanations.

I wasn’t at all sure I believed in life outside the physical body when my dad passed in 1996, but the otherwise inexplicable signs that followed his passing shattered my previous belief system.

Several years and countless signs later, I tried to rid a room of white lilies, which reminded me of his wake and funeral and seemed to show up often, in a lot of random places. A medium informed me that the flowers I kept pushing away were my father’s favorite way to let me know he was with me, and that I was on the right path. 

Despite having opened to signs, I was skeptical about this one. But sure enough, those lilies showed up, in one way or another, every time I was on a live-in coaching job, helping someone break free from an addiction, including an abusive relationship. They showed up every time I needed hope and every time I made a choice, or was close to making one, that scared me. 

They helped me make one of the most important decisions of my life this past April. My heart wanted to rent a car and drive from southwest Florida to New York to see my mom, who had spent most of the year on lockdown in her assisted living center, and had recently been in the hospital. My mind protested with an abundance of reasons why it was not the right time for this adventure.

For starters, I was terrified of making the long drive by myself, as someone who doesn’t like to drive more than a few hours in a day. I didn’t know where I was going to stay once I got to New York. Frankly, it seemed like a crazy thing to do, even for somoene who specializes in that.

As with many lofty goals, I was able to break the trip down into steps, which made them feel less overwhelming. The first one would be to visit my friend Judy in St. Augustine. If it felt right to keep going, I’d head to Savannah and take it from there. At any time, I could turn around and wait for a traveling companion or at least a petsitting opportunity or other place to stay in New York.

Judy, who I’d only met the previous month, was a gracious host. She took me to the Lightner museum, where we enjoyed a wonderful day. We left through a side door, where I encountered the largest display of white lilies I’d ever seen. 

The Mom Mission was on! I never looked back after getting that sign. 

Not only did the drive to New York turn into an amazing 12-day adventure, where I began virtual readings for Love Without Traffic (the novel I am currently formatting and will finally publish early next year), but it also became one of the best choices I’ve ever made. 

As I shared in my last post, my mom passed on into life after life in August. Had I not gone when I did, I would have missed out on the opportunity to share the last few months of her life with her. I’d only planned to go for a week or so, but I received an invitation to pet sit just after crossing into VIrginia. The house turned out to be a beautiful mansion overlooking Long Island Sound. It was very close to my mom’s center and Archie the cat and Dolly the dog became instafriends. 

I ended up staying there for the better part of six months, which allowed me to also grieve with my loved ones and celebrate my mom’s life and birthday with my family and her angel aide Cynthia.

Before I set off for Florida in November, I visited the cemetery. I wanted to leave something special at the gravesite but hadn’t planned to go, and hadn’t brought anything with me. I found two white lilies on the ground! And while searching the trunk for something else to leave, I came across a gigantic pine cone I’d found hiking the Blue Ridge Mountains, on the Mom Mission. I’d meant to give it to my mom, and had completely forgotten. 

Along with many tears, I left it, and the flowers, at my parents’ burial site. The next day, I returned to Florida – to a very different set of circumstances than expected – a story for another time. My grief hit me quite powerfully and I blocked signs for several weeks. Our loved ones are in a much higher vibrational frequency when they pass beyond the body, and it can be very difficult to experience them when we are shut down.

I finally began to feel more like myself after releasing the Longboat Key rental I’d been so excited to return to, but so challenged by. I stayed with amazing friends for a few days, and then on a beautiful boat built from scratch by other incredible friends – another story for soon. Then I found an unbelievable deal for a few nights at an oceanfront condo, where I watched the full moon rise over the water from my terrace, enjoyed wave lullabies as I went to sleep each night and awoke to gorgeous sunrises in bed. 

I couldn’t grasp that this adorable beach place, complete with a spacious living room and kitchen, was only $75 a night. After checking out on Monday, I decided to run back into the office to ask if the place had been a last minute cancellation, or how else I had gotten such an incredible deal. My answer sat waiting on the counter: a vibrant display of white lilies. 

My eyes began to tear up with joy when I noticed something even more special about this display. Tucked into the flowers were two pine cones!

As I went to post this story this morning, a car alarm began to sound, over and over. Why wasn’t someone doing something about that? When I finally went outside to check, I realized it was the car my nephew gave me when I got to New York, a car that had previously been my mom’s.

The car I’d had the alarm deactivated on many months ago.

Signs come in many interesting ways. I’d love to hear about your favorite signs! Feel free to comment or reach out on social media.

Wishing you all a healthy and magical Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanza and any other holiday you might celebrate!

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