“It’s picture day, kids! Line up in height order.”
My face went red hot. Mortified, I walked to the very back of the line.
Fine! If I can't be the tallest, I’ll become the smartest. So I studied more and worked harder than my peers.
Which didn’t end in grade school. My adult self kept up the same patterns—a 3rd grader psychology in an adult body.
The only way to break wounded childhood patterns?
Reintegrate, or create a mental bridge between your adult and childhood self. Not a former you and a current you. One you.
Integrity. Wholeness. Oneness.