“I came here to live my own life, not someone else’s idea of what my life should be,” Richard Miller. This is a heavy one for me.  We ended last week talking about competition and how that doesn’t serve a healthy relationship.  I now add the point that we also can decide to label something as competition or not—we can also label it a conversation opportunity or gathering ideas.  So when we are fighting we have the opportunity to ask what we are fighting for.  This is also on the heels of a long recovery process and coping with family trauma and death and patterns—and the death of patterns.  In all of this, life is too short.  It moves really damn fast and we blink and suddenly we’re 40 and our kid is 7 and we’ve been in a relationship for 23 years and we’ve spent 20 years at the same organization asking for things to change all while doing the same thing—the things we thought we should be doing, fighting fights we thought we wanted for things we thought were important. 

When we write this story we often forget that we hold the pen—society wants us to forget that, systems want us to forget that.  The soul and the universe never want us to forget it.  We are meant to remember our power and our purpose at all times.  We are meant to feel the creative connection with source and the beauty of connection with souls, we are meant to be a team and work with each other not against each other.  We can write a different story.  We can take the power back and make it what it should be.  We are so mistaken about power and what we do with it, the point of power.  We think power is control when the real control is in managing our emotions and energy and our focus and doing what we are called to do.  There is power in standing our ground and being fully aligned with ourselves and even more power in expressing that. 

Life is too damn short to do all the things we want to do and if we never take action on them then we will have wasted this beautiful opportunity wishing for someone to fulfill our dreams while we are fulfilling someone else’s.  What if we all took the time to find who we are and to learn to fully embrace people and learn to work together?  What if we stood in who we are, not out of defiance or being right and proving power, but to share our lessons and who we are and to share our light and talents with the world to make it a better place?  What if we are meant to be who we are so the rest of the world finds comfort and courage in stepping outside of our numb zone?  We can only do that if we are brave enough to be who we are.  We create a life of resentment when we live it on someone else’s terms and that is a whole other layer of regret and guilt.  Let the patterns die, let the thought we have to please others by being who they think we are die.  Let the truth of who we are live and flourish and grow and create the path, the garden that calls to us.  Because the truth is not only do we hold the pen, we also plant the seeds and if the people around us won’t help us grow, then it’s time to let them water their own grass while we take care of our own.