I was stung by a bee once, as a child. I was running joyously down a path, arms spread wide, and I must have run smack into it. I was 12 or 13, just forming breasts. To be stung on one of those strange lumps that were suddenly getting me noticed in unexpected ways was not only painful but mortifying. I took two lessons away from the incident: 1) be afraid of bees and 2) don’t express careless, overt joy. In one moment, I took hold of two beliefs it’s since taken me years to unlearn.
What beliefs are you unlearning? And have you noticed the roses?