My story of Self Mastery
I rarely talk about my past and
the journey I have been on for the past thirty plus years, preferring to stay
in the now rather than rehash old stories. However, it has become more apparent
that people are actually interested in each other’s story. The more I read,
learn and speak to people, the more I realise we all have a story. While this
part is not fascinating, what is interesting is that we often underplay our
story, not realising the gift in the story and how the messages and learning’s
of this story can actually help others. It is through this realisation that I
share my story - the story of how I have become of master of myself and
continue to grow into Self Mastery.
Most people experience many
challenges with numerous ups and downs. In fact, growing up, I had one of those
stories filled with abuse, trauma, manipulation, hurt and despair.
I grew up in what you might call
a “dysfunctional family” that was very multicultural. My biological father was
Polish, my mother New Zealand and my step-father from the age of 2 was Lebanese.
There was myself the eldest, and my sister 2 years younger, then came along my
other two sisters some 10 years later. We grew up in South west Sydney in the
Cabramatta area were the population was 90% south east-Asian – so as you can
see, I had nearly all nations covered.
Growing up as a freckly red-head
in an Arabic community wasn’t easy – I didn’t speak the language, didn’t like
the food and certainly didn’t look like the rest of them. People would ask me
what nationality I was and I would say “a bitza” – ‘a bit of this and a bit of
that’. The great thing now is that I can assimilate into any culture at any
time and feel comfortable, mostly because I am comfortable with myself and then
partly because my experiences growing up gave me many opportunities to learn
from others.
Apart from culture, there were
other challenges.
