This blog post is part of the 10-Day Blogging Challenge hosted by Anne-Sophie Reinhardt of annesophie.us.
This particular topic is perfect for me to write about right now as I just discovered my own personal Pleasure Threshold. We all seem to have a certain amount of pleasure that we can tolerate. Where we plateau in our ability to accept pleasure is our Pleasure Threshold. Over this past weekend, I discovered that my pleasure threshold was actually hovering right around survival.
At some point, when I was 9 years old, I decided that I would stop wanting things. No longer would I have any desires because having desires was useless and painful and I felt stupid asking for something as simple as time and attention from a parent and being denied no matter how much I cried and begged. If I didn’t want anything, I wouldn’t be hurt or feel stupid. So, survival was the most pleasure I would allow myself.
Recently, I found myself wanting something more than I had wanted anything since I was 9 years old. I’d been practicing desiring things for a few months and the disappointments barely registered on my radar. This one thing, though. When it didn’t materialize, I had an entire, sobbing in the shower, meltdown. That’s when I discovered my pleasure threshold. Right there in the shower, I realized that I hadn’t wanted anything this much in 22 years.
The way to raise my pleasure threshold is to practice experiencing pleasure. So, I’m going nuclear with the love-bombs (www.lilasimmons.com/love-bombs). I’m setting intentions to magnetize all sorts of deliciousness. I’m going to desire deeply. This takes courage. A 22 year pattern isn’t going to rewrite itself over night. Already I’m fidning myself looking at things differently and thinking differently, however.
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