Fighting ghosts


Hey Reader!

For six days now, a female cardinal has been throwing herself at my windows.

She picks one, slams into it over and over. I cover it up—she moves to the next. All day long. Thunk, thunk, thunk.

Turns out, she’s not crazy. She thinks her reflection is another bird invading her space. She’s not hurting herself, but she’s spending all her energy fighting an enemy that doesn’t exist.

And watching her, I thought, “Oh… I do this too.”

For example, last week I canceled an early morning workout because I hadn’t slept well. Totally reasonable. But an hour later, instead of resting my brain was spiraling: My trainer probably thinks I’m flaky. I’m letting him down.

Never mind that he’s the most chill person on earth. Never mind that he tells me all the time to listen to my body. Still—alarm bells.

One window gets covered, and my brain just finds the next one to thwack.

Like the cardinal, I’m reacting to something that feels like a threat… but isn’t real. Just a ghost.

I wrote about what changes when you catch your brain mid-spiral and choose not to believe everything it tells you:

👉 You can read it here

If you’ve ever felt stuck in your own head, fighting invisible battles… this one’s for you.

With love (and hopefully less thunking),
Pamela

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Pamela Cisneros

I've spent my life figuring out how to break free from invisible rules. You know those voices that whisper "people like me don't do that"? My creative process ignores conventional rules because I follow what wants to emerge, not what I'm "supposed" to do. This same approach works for everything else in life. I believe most of what we think is "real" or "true" simply isn't.The Freeflow Rebellion is where I share weekly myth-busting moments, stories behind my rule-breaking art, and gentle invitations to remember who you actually are underneath all the programming.Ready to question everything you never thought to question?

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