I was listening to a speech from Oprah and she said, “If you don’t know what to do, that is when you do nothing.” As someone with a predisposition to constant movement and racing thoughts, this hit me. It isn’t often that I truly stop. Yes, I will pause and yes, that absolutely helps get my bearings, but I have rarely stopped long enough to get the answers I’m looking for. I have rarely stopped long enough to simply hear the inner workings of my mind. The idea of absolutely stopping struck me in the middle of organizing the house last week. I’ve been in perpetual motion and trying to figure out what I want to do without allowing myself to settle and take stock of what I need or what I’m actually trying to accomplish.
Stopping will change everything. And we need to remember that sometimes that stop is longer than we think. Sometimes we have to simply wait it out no matter how uncomfortable. Because in that discomfort, the answers come. Big things take time and the universe doesn’t work on our timeline. It is always according to divine order and I know how hard it is to wait. I either get distracted and forget what I’m doing or I lose patience and move onto something else. Gabby Bernstein calls it Manic Manifesting.
It’s helpful to think about what is good in the pause. We aren’t designed to be in constant motion. We aren’t machines and we do need rest. Not just physical rest but mental and soulful rest as well. We have to set the limits on that and we need to maintain our boundaries for when we are getting close to empty. It is only then that we are able to hear the message meant for us about what to do next. All the hustle and bustle only serves to crowd the mind and drown out the only voice that maters: our own. We need to hear the voice of reason and connection to spirit, that inner guidance only we have. Call it intuition or divine intervention, but it is real. So when you don’t know what to do, learn to be still. Like the wind in the sails, the answer will come and soon you will be back on course.
I’m reading a biography on an individual who used to be on reality TV and she got fired for several reasons. In her book she discusses cancel culture as it pertains to that experience and it hit me why this is such a dangerous thing. The discussion on cancel culture isn’t new, but I think it took me a long time to really digest all the implications and reading this book made it crystal clear for me. The reason this is important now is because the only way we are able to move forward and make progress in our lives is to create safety and inclusivity, not divisiveness and exclusivity. The other aspect of this is needing to really comprehend how our actions impact other people. There is a very real need to clarify and be cognizant of perception versus reality and finding a balance in believing perception is reality. For the record, I’ve never believed perception is reality. Yes I agree that experience shapes our perception, but that doesn’t mean it is fact.
Now the story that hit me most in this book and is most applicable as a whole was the reason for her firing. I’m keeping this intentionally vague because there is a lot of emotion surrounding what happened and that isn’t the point here—the point is the real result that happened due to someone’s perception. An individual was emotionally hurt by real actions and the author acknowledges that. But the result of that individual’s emotional hurt was the author’s very real loss of all income and capacity to network as well as her husband losing his contacts because of his association with her. The point here is that someone’s feelings were valued above someone else’s ability to sustain themselves. Should the author have done what she did? No. Did that action warrant losing her entire livelihood, all credibility for the work she did, and her spouse also losing his income as well as her family being threatened? Absolutely not.
The reason this impacted me so greatly is that in this community, I so often talk about lifting each other up and creating a way to fill our own cups. I also talk about controlling our mindset and perceptions all the time. This story is a perfect example of what I’m talking about. Given a group’s perception of one incident, someone’s emotions were allowed to trump someone’s ability to generate a living. Regardless of how wrong the initial incident was, taking away someone’s ability to support themselves because of how you FEEL is not ok. We are meant to uplift each other and support each other and that means having the wherewithal to create a solid foundation of support for ourselves. Keeping our head high through the challenging times and knowing that someone’s words have no weight on us. Causing real damage in someone’s life because of our feelings or because of a theoretical situation that COULD have happened is completely unwarranted. We have to stop putting emotion ahead of reality.
I can see where some of this is conflicting because I am equally an advocate of honoring those emotions, and yes, I still stand by that. The difference is taking ownership of our emotions on ourselves rather than making other people responsible for how we feel. When we know who we are, we don’t need to throw a tantrum over how someone makes us feel. We acknowledge the action and we have the capacity to understand that action probably had nothing to do with us. Cancelling a person because of how they feel just isn’t realistic. No one would exist, there would be no support, and it’s completely counterintuitive to what we actually need. Learn to hash it out, learn to deal with the emotion, but don’t create a situation where someone actually gets hurt over your perceived hurt. Let’s lift each other up and learn what accountability actually is. That is where change happens.
I wrote Saturday about showing up and I wanted to hit on one part with a quick piece. The part where it rained and I wasn’t wearing rain gear…even though I knew it was going to rain. The thought, “This was a mistake” ran through my head repeatedly. I had my phone on me, I had the fob to my car on me and no way to really protect them if those pockets got too wet. I felt out of place as well because I had decided to go in spite of not knowing anyone else there. I beat myself up… “You don’t know anyone, you don’t have the right gear, your shoes are slipping on the trail, you’re wet and your key and phone are going to get destroyed, blah blah blah.”
When I got home, that was when it hit me: none of that was a mistake. I set out on a goal to get out of my comfort zone and I did it. I did the work, my body felt better, and I showed up. As I wrote yesterday, showing up was the key thing for me. To be patient and to be consistent and to do the thing. That wasn’t a mistake. Turning around when I did may have been a mistake, but I still felt the support. And I felt it in me. That is where the clarity is, the clarity that guides us toward what is right for us and our purpose. That is a feeling I think we need to connect with more because it holds so many of the answers. Call it intuition or whatever, but knowing how you react to things on a visceral level is really helpful.
Getting in touch with that inner knowing is our guidance system to what is right for us. My brain was telling me that I was doing the wrong things but my body knew it was right. I did what I could and there was no reason to be disappointed. Sometimes we mistake discomfort for a mistake or doing something wrong. Discomfort is simply a tool to guide us. It doesn’t mean we’ve done anything wrong, it just means it isn’t in our nature yet. It isn’t what we are used to. With time, it will become a part of us. So sit with the discomfort and don’t chalk it up to doing something wrong. Rather, just ease through it and learn from it…and then keep going. It’s not a mistake. And sometimes what we think is a mistake gets us right where we need to be.
Today I am grateful for milestones. I’ve told many stories of living my life like a checklist, thinking it was just about going from one goal to another, never really achieving anything because it was a circular checklist I just watched grow longer and longer. But I’ve been learning the difference in moving forward. I’ve been considering the definition of actionable and progress and anything that moves you forward toward purpose is progress. Each milestone doesn’t have to be leaps and bounds bigger by any means. It can be ensuring you’re taking care of yourself each day. Making sure you eat healthy more often than not. Taking time to do something you love consistently. It doesn’t have to be a huge achievement, it only need be a huge achievement to you.
Today I am grateful for love. I put a lot of pressure on people in my life without even realizing I do it. It really comes down to my expectations. If you want a certain result, you have to do certain things, that is simply how it works. But I struggle with patience and allowing people the space to learn that for themselves. I don’t often stop and look at what is happening in the moment, in the shared humanity, in the learning. Most importantly, in the expression of who they are and how they show themselves. I am grateful that I’ve had people stick by me through my difficult phases and my perfectionism and I am grateful for how they’ve supported me in their own ways.
Today I am grateful for the capacity to learn. I’ve been set in my ways for a long time and really good about pointing out the need to change to others. I’m grateful that I’ve been able to turn that critical eye on myself. I want to point out that I never offered critical unsolicited advice, I work with people seeking growth and growth requires honesty. It took me a long time to shift perspective toward the parts of me that really needed work. And I learned that it wasn’t so much about what needed work, it was more about what needed growth and nurturing and to be brought into the light. That is when we find what we really need.
Today I am grateful to shed. I’m deep in the midst of transformation and so much of this process is about letting go rather than shaping. Letting go allows everything that isn’t to fall away. What remains is where the meat is. Life can often feel like we are running around picking up all the fallen pieces of who we are, the things we enjoy, and the things we are “supposed” to do. But I’ve learned to get comfort in the shedding and allowing those pieces to fall away. If I truly believe that what is meant for us can never go away, then it is natural to release those parts of us that no longer serve. There are some things worth fighting for, of course, and those things we will work to keep with us all our lives. But others have served their purpose, their season, and we need to let them go. Some of those pieces come back to us at the right time.
Today I am grateful for reconnection. Those pieces that come back to us come at the right time. I’ve been in more constant contact with an old friend of mine recently. We had a falling out because of typical teenage things that I handled poorly and my inability to face that as a kid. I’m fortunate enough that we maintained some semblance of friendship over the years and I feel fortunate now to reconnect as adults. When we look back it’s easy to feel shame and regret—and this is one of those situations for me. But I am more grateful looking forward and seeing the capacity I can show up for her now. The point is, in spite of what happened, we are meant to be in each other’s lives and the universe has brought us back.
Today I am grateful for simple pleasures and the value of rest. We celebrated Mother’s Day today and none of us were feeling particularly great. We’ve been pushing hard lately and haven’t taken as much time for self-care as we need. My husband still took the time to make an amazing breakfast and an even more amazing dinner for me/us today. I am so grateful for those moments of joy. Painting with my son and playing catch. Watching some T.V. I’m grateful to end the day satisfied, and content. Remembering it is about who we spend our time with and what we make of that time together that matters. How good it feels to create that sense of security and how ceaselessly fortunate we are to do it.
Today I am grateful to remember. I have had a difficult relationship reconciling time and things that have happened. We all struggle with that to a degree. I spoke with my sister today and it was so sweet…but also a tad surreal. We come from the same family but we have had vastly different experiences. Sometimes we struggle to connect with that. Regardless, we spoke and took the time to make some plans for June. Later, when we were eating dinner, I thought about how all of our differences make us unique, but that doesn’t change where we came from. We are all vastly different people, but we all started the same. I am grateful to remember and create space for those differences and honor the same.
A friend of mine recently invited me to take part of a group she runs with. She knows my health has been a big focus for me lately and she very kindly extended the invitation to me. I joined her last week and we enjoyed our time. This past weekend, I asked if she was going and it turned out she wouldn’t be able to make it. The morning of, I hemmed and hawed about going. I knew she wouldn’t be there (she is the only one I really know in the group), it was going to rain, and I don’t know their protocols on anything. After a half hour of debate, I decided to go. I knew I would feel better and I knew at the very least I was helping my body and at the most I could meet some new people…which I am admittedly not adept at. Cue social awkwardness 😊
I showed up to the park where they start their run as everyone warmed up. I said hi to the friend of my friend I met last week but she was kind of cold. Not a problem, I know what it’s like to be shy. But that in itself was big for me. I put myself out there in spite of her not being very receptive and I survived. So I started to run alone. I said hi to a bunch of people, getting my face out there and laying the foundation. It’s so hard to insert into a group…especially one that 1. Has been focusing on health and fitness longer than me 2. Has a set purpose and 3. That I literally know no one. So the fact that I settled on “Hi” to a bunch of people is a win in my book.
About a mile and a half in the rain came and it came hard. I wasn’t wearing rain gear and I was pretty damp within seconds so that was my end point. I turned around to start my wet run back and one of the women simply said, “Have a good run back!”. Her smile and her words touched me. My effort was messy, uncomfortable, unsure, and now wet but she still looked at me and allowed. What she said was perfect in that moment. She made me realize that I could do many hard things at the same time. I mean, Glennon Doyle talks about doing hard things all the time, so I keep that in the back of my mind, but the real world application of it hit home.
As I approached the bridge about half a mile from my car, the rain let up. I felt embarrassed that I didn’t continue on with the group because I know I didn’t have much further to go, I let my discomfort win. But the woman’s words came back to me, “Have a good run back.” That was the point. It wasn’t about how far I ran, it was about the quality of the run. It was about the experience and taking care of my body so I could fill my cup to help others. That is showing up. Some days will be better than others. I didn’t go as far as last week, but I ran longer. And when I got home, I hopped on the treadmill to finish it out. No matter how uncomfortable I was, I showed up. I supported myself enough to go and do what I needed to do. Show up for yourself first and then you can do the things. Just show up and you will surprise yourself.
“Big things take time,” Tia McCollars. Such an appropriate continuation on the ending of yesterday’s piece with enjoying the ride. One of my biggest faults is impatience…with everything. I am always a thousand steps ahead in some twisted effort to create more time and I rarely stop and take in my surroundings. Worse, that impatience often extends to other people, even those I love dearly. I’ve always been one of those people who wants to get the goal and I really struggle to see the purpose in the journey. Until recently. I’ve put myself in a self-induced state of chaos because I’m trying to do too many things at once. I want to do all the things. I can’t help it. I’ve never been able to decide “what I want to be” because so many things seem like fun. I want to do it all.
At first being goal driven WAS fun. Honestly. I felt like each start was an adventure and I looked forward to the beginning. That is probably still my favorite thing. I love starting. I inevitable end up getting tired or annoyed part way through and start whining about it until it’s done or I don’t finish. That’s when it stopped being fun. I would carry around years of half started projects with me, always intending to finish them but never doing it. Then I would get distracted by the next enticing adventure and start it all over again. Again, at first it was fun and I felt fine. Over time, I have felt the weight of all of those pieces on my shoulders and all it does is slow me down. There is no finality, no sense of accomplishment, no seeing the finish line for anything.
So there I was/am (whatever this is) stuck between carrying everything or rushing toward the end so I would actually finish it. And I felt exhausted. Projects that should have been relatively simple took me around the world (see yesterday’s piece) while others flew by me without any sense of joy. The meat of it all is in the joy of what we are doing. The goal doesn’t need to be how many things we do, rather how we do them. The destination isn’t always the goal. There is always a place for the journey. In fact, as I mentioned before, the journey is often what shapes us. There are things we see and learn we never would have otherwise. And that is why patience is key.
Big things take time. We may not see results immediately. We may not feel like we are getting anything out of it but we have to keep going. Things may not look how you think they should but that doesn’t mean a thing. Big things take time. If you can see the end result in your mind, don’t allow anyone to sway you, not even your ADHD thoughts. That result is the driver for where you will end up whether that destination turns out to be where you thought it was or not. You will most certainly end up where you need to be. This is where faith is so important. Steve Harvey talked about people living on “faith street”. He said that sometimes it takes a while for that package to get there, but it will arrive in due time. If you move from where you are, it will go back to sender. So stay the course. Allow yourself to be shaped by it. Those big things will get clearer and clearer as you get closer to them. Trust and be patient.
“Don’t take me around the world to get across the street,” a coworker of mine. I spent a lot of time chewing on this one because it applies in so many areas, personally and professionally, spiritually and relationally, in joy and pain. On the surface, it’s about directness and it makes sense. Think about how often you wish someone would just get to the point, or you know they aren’t being fully transparent so you want to cut through the bs. In this case it’s absolutely like, stop pulling my leg, just tell me what you need. In a professional sense, I’m experiencing this now. We are undergoing a ton of changes in my organization and I KNOW they know what they want to do but they are sharing very limited information. I see the roadblocks they are creating to sharing it and it’s making it impossible to make an informed decision for anyone else, myself included. Again, it’s like just get to the point and tell me what the deal is. In the spirit of communication, I LOVE this idea. Just be straightforward.
I know this is also something I’m guilty of every now and then. There are times it takes a minute to get to the point for me. There are times I know I need to just clear up what I’m thinking before I speak rather than constantly let the words (or my thoughts) spin. I hate being forced into the situation where I have to take the long route when it comes to teaching or explaining a situation. I also know it’s a tool I use as a crutch when I’m not 100% confident in an answer I have to give. I will go around and around trying to talk my way into an answer or I want people to think I know what I’m doing so I keep talking. That doesn’t do anyone a damn bit of good and I often end up confusing everyone, myself included. It’s an insecurity thing and a need to be perceived as an expert. I don’t want my position to be undermined (I have many reasons for that) so when I get nervous I keep talking to appear on top of it. It’s a weak guise and I know people see through it. I’m working on it 😊.
There is another aspect to this, also very personal to me. People with anxiety overexplain for myriad of reasons. It’s a trauma response to being gaslit and to feeling unheard and a need to be accepted. We seek approval so we feel like we have to talk our way into everything and convince people we made the right decision. We just want to be heard and understood and accepted, yet the oversharing leads to more misperception and frustration and misunderstanding. For the person with anxiety this feels like torture, especially when they take the time to walk through every scenario and we still end up on the wrong side of the street so to speak. It is really painful to be around people who are intentionally confrontational or who choose to misunderstand. One thing I HAVE learned is that these are not my people. The habit is hard to break, but if I find myself needing to defend everything I’m doing, I know it’s time to move on.
In general, for communication, it’s important to be as concise as possible and as direct as possible. Being evasive gets you nowhere and all of us empaths have a good idea of when we are being lied to. We also know when it would be easier to just share the truth and get to the point. Even if we seem emotionally fragile, the truth is we handle the truth far better than being lied to or “protected”. There is never any need to hide the truth unless you are getting something from someone that you wouldn’t get otherwise. That’s manipulation at its finest and it happens all the time and those are not your people. However, it’s important to remember not all interactions are about that type of energy. Sometimes it just takes a minute to get to the point Sometimes there are details that are important to understanding the background and we need the full explanation. At it’s core, sometimes we just need to be heard. Sometimes we have to learn to be patient to understand the full breadth of the story. You never know what you will learn or what someone is going through and how you can help them with an ear.
But the key that I think is most important is this: sometimes that journey takes you around the world because of the things you are meant to see. Think about it. If you simply walked across the street, you wouldn’t have seen anything else. You wouldn’t have learned anything else. You wouldn’t have experienced what you needed to. Sometimes it isn’t so much about needing to be direct, it’s about all of the things that come with it. The universe isn’t intentionally evasive, no. It’s putting us in circumstances that evolve us and teach us what we need to know. It’s showing us what we need to grasp in order to fulfill our part. So sometimes it’s ok to take the long road. That’s the beauty of this life: the journey is yours. You get to decide which way to take. Allow it to take you where you need to be. We are constantly shaped by our interactions and there are days the journey is short and days the journey is long. We need to appreciate them both because you never know how many days you get. Just learn to enjoy the ride.
“Do not filter yourself, do not make yourself a version of you think is more palatable, digestible, loveable. Do not filter the humanity out of yourself. Make content that makes you happy, that fills a creative void in your life…just do things because you love them and watch your life change. You are suddenly doing things because they make you happy and that is a really powerful thing,” Elyse Myers. This speaks to the very soul of what we need to remember in this world. We are all trained to be and do the same thing by the time we enter school. I even did it to my child (listen to your teachers! Behave!) when he went into pre-school. We are born innately feeling a drive or a pull toward who we are. We instinctively KNOW what we want and who we are but we are taught to not believe that knowing. We are taught we have to be a certain way. No crying, be tough, be productive, be able to do it all, don’t say no, make people like you.
When we remove the noise of what we are told to do and who to be, things get quieter. You can hear your own thoughts a bit more. Remove the doubt and that voice becomes more clear. Start honoring and doing the things you are drawn to do, you start developing your own identity. When you find the things you love, you find happiness. When you find happiness, you radiate that light into the world. I think the whole world would function a bit differently if we stopped pretending we are happy. The world would function differently if we stopped pretending this is working. The world would FEEL different if we understood the shifts that are taking place in us. On some level we all know that this isn’t working anymore and we are unhappy because we are still trying to make things work in the old way.
There comes a time we need to make decisions about how we proceed in life. This is one of those moments. You can choose to do what you’ve always done and believe that the same path is going to work for you. Or you can trust that you are being shown another way and answer the inner knowing. You can trust who you are. As Elyse said, the world already has the version of you that is palatable and digestible and performative. Every time we step out the door we try to make people see us a certain way. The ironic thing is that we are all seeing the same thing from everyone. We are all wearing the same thing, putting on the same smile, laughing at the expected jokes, making the same small talk. The version that we feel comfortable seeing/expressing is all the same. The truth is I am no longer comfortable making anyone else comfortable.
Every one of us has the need to be truly seen (when I say seen I mean understood and heard for who we really are, I’m not talking the attention/performative sense). That’s why we end up with groups of people who have similar interests. We spend so much of our day either being told what to do and who to be or putting on an act just to make it through with a modicum of acceptance that we need to seek out those who are like the real us. Why do we spend the majority of our productive waking hours doing and being things we are not? Because we are told we have to dedicate our time to a machine in order to survive. This world is changing and we are seeing people creating their own definition of life and thriving everywhere. We are waking up to the change we know we need because we see possibility outside of the grind we are told is the only way. We can create the way.
Change is never easy. It’s never a fun thing to venture into the unknown, especially when we’ve been conditioned or trained to feel/react/behave a certain way. It’s never easy to break any kind of comfort zone. Comfort has been equated to safety. We all love the illusion of control. We plan and plan and do all the things, the running, the swearing, the circles, the crying/begging/arguing, the winning and losing. And then we do it again in some other arena because…I have no idea why. The thing with change is it comes in many forms. Sometimes it’s direct and we shift from one way to another. Sometimes it’s sneaky and we don’t realize that suddenly we have a new habit or a new belief or that we can suddenly do without what we desperately needed. Sometimes it’s forced and unanticipated. No matter the form, it will come.
I was holding my son the other day and I really started thinking about where we are in life. Thinking about all of the goals I have and how far I feel from so many of them. Thinking how lofty they seem and that I really am not the person who will achieve those goals. As I held my boy and looked at him, the thought hit me: I am a mother. Yes, in the biological sense I have been very well aware of this, don’t misunderstand. But in the emotional sense I’ve grappled over the years with what identity this puts on me. Not just in the typical mother or career type argument, but in the identification of who I am. I’ve always wanted to be a million things and I thought I had to do them all at once or I would never get to experience them. Motherhood has been a beautiful choice for me, but I’ve always treated it like another hat to wear. I never allowed it to shape me, I never allowed myself to enjoy it. I put way too much pressure on it.
So as I held my boy, the thought came to me that sometimes letting go of who we think we are shows us who we really are. I was reminded of when he was still a baby and how I would kiss his head as I fed him to get him back to sleep and I became acutely aware of how much time has passed since then. I’ve been fighting this circular fight, trying to wear all the hats and be all the things at the same time and it has been a lifetime of never reaching the goal. It doesn’t work because there is no clarity. In those early hours of the day watching my boy sleep, I realized I can let go of my plan, of who I think I am and honor that it is safe to go with what is planned for me. I can wear that new plan like a cloak. Allow it to surround me and guide me. I can allow myself to take some direction.
I fear not achieving my goals but the push is too much. I’m tired. I’m tired of being tired. It’s time to try something different. I’m scared of ending up where I don’t want to be because I’m already so far on this path, I feel like I’m giving up. At the same time, I feel this sense of peace that I don’t always have to know the way. I just have to follow the path. Let go of the how and focus on the why, right? I can give over the idea of what I had to do to get where I wanted to be and just do what is being asked of me. There is healing there. There is healing in surrender and allowing yourself to be shaped into who you are meant to be. I can trust that there is time and many ways for all of this to come together.
Change is death. We’ve talked about that before. Whether gradual or all at once, change is the release of what you knew. It’s giving up the pretense that any of us are in control and acknowledging that some things don’t stay the same—and that we don’t always know why. If we really think about it, so much of what we do in our days is rote and it’s that way because we are protecting ourselves. We create these lives to avoid pain when all we have to do find who we are. The best way to avoid pain is to steer toward who we are rather than who we think we need to be. Everything else is madness. Accept the identity we are given and accept all that comes with that identity regardless of how you feel about it. Just embrace it. Embrace all you are and go the path that may not always feel comfortable. Relinquish what you thought you were and allow the new life to be reborn.
Finding the path through celebrating what is and what you’ve done rather than what you’ve lost and what you are not. This is something I’ve known forever on an intellectual level. I’ve always known that in order to be successful or to move forward, you need to make peace with where you are, figure out where you’re going and then figure out a way to close the gap. But I never took stock of my present location as something worthy of celebrating. It was still too easy to look at how far still remained to go. And if I’m totally honest, a lot of the teaching from my childhood about celebrating achievement still rang in my head: it’s arrogant to celebrate an achievement.
I never realized the disservice and the detriment I caused myself by NOT appreciating what I had done. I chalked everything up to luck or coincidence or good timing and never took stock of what I was actually able to achieve. I never appreciated the effort I put in. I never appreciated my role in it or my ability to discern the gift I had been given and what it took to execute and achieve. I looked at all the losses and ignored the gain. That was a bit of my undoing because I lost touch with those abilities for a while and I took for granted that I would always be able to do it.
Celebrating accomplishments isn’t about ego—it’s about connection. It’s about honoring who we are and our connection to our purpose and the universe. It’s about recognizing the divine in us because it removes the element of chance and puts faith and belief at the center. Even if they are our accomplishments, they are only so through that connection we have with the universe and source. So the truth is, celebration isn’t about us at all. It’s about respecting that relationship we have with something so much greater than us. There is no ego, only appreciation and presence. If we get stuck on an accomplishment, that is ego. If we define who we are by that accomplishment, that is ego. If we demand any accolades, that is ego. But enjoying the reward of the effort with an understanding that it was our place, that is divine.
So I’m learning to take time each day not only to feel gratitude, but to reconnect with that source. To remember what I did. To look at what I passed through in order to get where I am. I’m looking at what I did do rather than what I didn’t. The change in perspective is drastic. Suddenly there is life where I felt a barrenness. There is hope to achieve something else where there was obligation and overwhelm before. There is pride and appreciation for the experiences instead of petulance over what didn’t happen. There is an appreciation for my humanity rather than berating my imperfection. This is life-changing. Celebrate the connection and the faith rather than mourn it. Enjoy the opportunities and accept them with gratitude. Fulfill the purpose and keep moving. Celebrate each step you can because joy is the creator of more opportunity.
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