Today I am grateful for friends.  I’m normally a pretty reserved, quiet person.  I tend to not need a lot of interaction with people.  I’m pretty self-sufficient (thank you childhood trauma).  But I am blessed to still have moments of absolute caring and support from people.  There are people who don’t care about my hyper independence, people who love me and I am so fortunate to get to spend time with them.  I saw my best friend of 32 years yesterday and it felt amazing.  It’s always like no time passes yet we are aware of where we are in each other’s lives.  This is a relationship beyond friendship, she is family. 

Today I am grateful for experiences.  I went to my second Renaissance Faire yesterday with other friends and my husband and son.  One of my favorite things is seeing my son experience things for the first time and there are so many things to see at a Ren Faire.  It was a delightful morning, seeing people unwind and be who they are along with the entertainers and games and stores.  It’s nice to get out of routine and just enjoy a new experience every now and then.

Today I am grateful for learning.  As we evolve and change, so do our circumstances.  These are not innate things we know how to navigate on our own.  Today I spent some time with my husband and my mentor going over some work we are trying to accomplish.  Moving forward and making decisions to change a lifestyle and accept and embrace the new that comes with it is a challenge.  But it is always worth it.  As overwhelmed as I feel, it’s amazing to know that this work lays the foundation for our family and things we want to experience together.

Today I am grateful for faith.  Doing something new takes a real leap of faith, and doing that while things are relatively shaky requires even more faith.  Without it we stagnate because we don’t trust ourselves or source/whatever we may believe in enough to move.  We happened to be hit by an unexpected expense a few weeks ago and we are working on recovering through that, but I know we will be ok.  Taking additional chances to start a new venture after this expenditure is even more risky—but I know that’s even more reason to do it.  I am grateful for choosing not to stagnate, not to stick with fear, not to stick with what I knew and to move forward.

Today I am grateful for discomfort.  No, this isn’t something I normally embrace.  I’m fairly risk averse and I like having some sense of security.  That isn’t a terrible thing but the things we need are often outside of that boundary.  They are on the other side of the things we do to stay “stable” and secure.  Trying something new is a risk but it’s even more risky waiting for the life you want to develop on its own, through hope and wishes.  Now don’t get me wrong, hope and wishes are part of that as well because we need some kind of faith—but we have to take action.  We have to take the steps shown to us when the time comes because they are a direct response to the things we’ve asked for.  I’m grateful because the steps are uncomfortable, but they are going to get me where I need to be.

Wishing everyone a wonderful week ahead.

“That is what life is, taking the time to hit the right notes,” Ray Charles.  I came across this the other day and it got me thinking a bit.  We don’t need to rush through life, trying to complete everything or trying to get it right.  We need to take the time to recognize what is right for us.  I’ve said it before but sometimes there are certain words that just resonate and make sense or it takes a different cadence for it to click with some people.  When you move through life, not only do we need to listen to the song of other people, we need to feel the rhythm of the universe, and most importantly, we need to remember what our own rhythm is, the music we create. 

Sometimes it isn’t so much about hitting the right notes, it’s about creating them.  It’s about finding who we are and finding our own rhythm in the grand mix of the universe.  This is the same as forging our own path and it’s a beautiful reinforcement of the fact that we have a place in the universe.  There is a flow to the universe, an understanding of who we are that expresses in joy and happiness and presence.  None of those things come easily because we are told (especially in western culture) that we need to earn that happiness and joy rather than understanding the inherent state of it.

I’ve written a few pieces lately about seeing the anger in people, the frustration, the misery that they express on a daily basis.  As I think more about it, can you honestly say you believe the purpose of your life is to spend a third of it miserable, a third of it asleep, and then trying to cram in a few things you like with the other third?  I know I can’t.  There is so much more out there, there is so much more we are meant to do and experience.  We are meant to appreciate and live in every moment. Awake and alive.  Feeling the rhythm, the beating of our hearts, the in and out of breath in our lungs, the movement we are graced with.  THAT is life. 

I know in the moments of synchronicity that I’ve shared here, I have never felt more alive.  Things happen for a reason and when we experience the divine guidance through the natural state of who we are, it is magic.  We are taught to forget that, our connection to the rhythm that naturally takes us where we need to be.  It’s a combination of control and attempting to control what we are not responsible for.  We have ourselves, we are responsible for ourselves, and that is all the sovereignty we are granted.  Something they never tell you is the joy you get from having that type of peace in your life.  Knowing what is yours and respecting what isn’t.  We like to think we can change people’s state or make them fulfill our will, or feel powerful if we exert that control, but that doesn’t mean anything.  The ability to rest in who we are is unlike anything else.

So take the time to learn to reconnect with who you are and dive into that being.  Rather, dive into being that person.  You have the power, you have the vision, all you need to do is allow.  Listen to the messages you know you hear, the calls that you try to ignore because you are told they are wrong.  Listen to what you feel inside of you.  Hear the beautiful rhythm of your own soul and the notes you didn’t know it could play.  Then play those notes, loud and clear to create the song of your soul.  Trust me, you will never hear anything more beautiful. 

There are some moments that are absolutely jarring in life.  We think of tragedy and loss and pain and the way they can ever alter us mentally and physically.  We rarely talk about the moments of magic.  Those instances when we have the divine confirmed for us and the blessing they are.  I was speaking with my son and I told him I love him and we play this game about “More.”  It’s just this little thing we do where I tell him I love him and he says it back and then I say “More” meaning I love you more and he replies, “Not possible” and I chase him around because I love him more.  This time I said, “It’s always possible I love you, you’re home grown, I made you”.  He said, “You didn’t make me, you’ve had me for a thousand years”.  My heart nearly exploded.

I was reminded in that instant of the infinite wisdom of children.  I also thought back to an incident many years ago.  My oldest sister gifted me a reading with a psychic.  When I spoke with the psychic (which I was skeptical about), she told me that I had been with my husband in many iterations over many lifetimes in many ways and in different forms.  I remember thinking of all the ways we had been interconnected over the years, the time before we met when our paths had be crossing and intertwining but not meeting, and all the things that led me to him.  I knew in that instant that she was right.  There was no way that we hadn’t been brought together. I knew the same was true with my son as well.

It’s always said that children speak the truth and they remember far more than we give them credit for.  They have vision into the things we choose to forget as we get older.  I believe that is true.  Ironically, or perhaps synchronistically, there was also a reel I happened across on Instagram.  The reel said something similar to the effect that children know the secrets of life but by the time they turn four years old they forget.  The man in the reel said that he started asking his three year old and the child kept saying he couldn’t tell him because it was a secret and shortly before he turned four, he said he forgot.  I can’t recall the exact verbiage but the dad said the son asked him what HE thought the meaning/secret of life is so the father commented about family and being together.  The son replied, “I knew you would figure it out.” 

We spend a lot of time overcomplicating life.  Between confusing who we are and ambition and misleading thoughts about who and what we have to be and who and what we have to have to be considered successful/worthy in society create massive conflict in the mind.  We forget and we allow the simple truth to fade away.  All we need is each other and to find joy.  We need to experience life, not the roller coaster obstacle course we call life.  Not that there aren’t naturally ups and downs, but we don’t need the self-inflicted mess and drama we bring out.  The moment my son said I’ve had him for a thousand years, I instantly knew he spoke the truth.  Life isn’t complicated, it’s about love and being together and accepting who we are.  It’s about the connection and the remembering of that purpose: to love and care for this gift while we have it because it is painfully short at times.  I will always be on that roller coaster with my family and I am happy to do it, I am blessed to remember that. 

An appropriate follow up to yesterday’s post: I’m learning to meditate—it’s a practice I’ve been dabbling with for years but now I really put the effort in.  I’ve been taking time off lately and I happen to have another long weekend in progress now, and I remember what I used to envision.  I used to envision time doing nothing.  Watching TV, maybe being able to move or I would maniacally move and rush to get things done in my time off. Now I understand the difference between rushing to get things done/get through tings and putting in the work toward self-connection. 

Today’s meditation was a three minute presence focus and the narrator introduced the idea of meditating to sound (well, it was an introduction to me).  He brought us into the present by listening to the things happening around us.  Ironically, for the first time probably ever in my household, there was silence.  I had zero ambient noise at all (no AC running, no people walking around, no animals crying).  But I got to hear one natural sound: a bird softly chirping outside the window.  The first thing that struck me was the silence.  I’m not sure I have ever heard that much emptiness. 

The narrator said to be open to whatever was happening around us, like one big open space where the sound just is and comes and goes and we meet it and allow it to pass.  For the first time in my life, I recognized the silence for what it is: an endless source of potential.  Anything could have filled that moment.  We can meet the emptiness with our own brand, style, and method of creativity and build whatever we can imagine.  Emptiness is not something to fear: it’s a new opportunity—an endless/infinite one at that.

As I sat there hearing nothing and then the bird, nothing, then the bird, I felt the allowance of what is: this beautiful creature adding its song, almost as if saying, “Good Morning.”  When the meditation was completed, I looked at a group I follow on Instagram and the post discussed nature enticing us to spend time with her through the calling of birds.  Absolute synchronicity.  That was another moment where the universe affirmed I am on the right path.  I don’t need to choose stress and hustle and proving on a daily basis to be deemed worthy.  I can be open to what is and share the value of being and love and enjoy the day. 

We wear stress like a badge in this society, or like a cloak of honor.  The more stressed we are, the more points we have, thinking we are earning some right to something through giving up our days in exchange for the non-existent promise of tomorrow.  Stress literally kills.  I no longer see the value in it.  I have no desire to keep up with it.  And as I continue this journey of opening up to who I am and embracing the things I wanted (but didn’t know I could actually do), I welcome the possibilities of other ways.  I welcome the ease that life can be when you just live it as it is.  I welcome the joy of being present and having fun.  I welcome the creativity and talent that opens doors to everything.  I welcome myself and honor who I am and what I am meant to be, my purpose. 

A good indicator of it being time to move on is if you no longer see any value in what you’re doing or if you can’t find the good in it any longer.  I mean, there is good in everything, of course, but if you can’t find it or if you don’t feel it, chances are it isn’t aligned with you and you need to find something else.  I also understand that there is value in challenges/obstacles.  It is fabulous to learn something new about yourself and sometimes in order for that to happen, we need to be pushed outside of our comfort zone.  But I’m talking about situations where there is no point.  The circles are spinning, the actions are repeating, and no one is getting anywhere.  I’m also talking about those moments where we are stressed beyond capacity and it isn’t a positive stress, it’s the demoralizing, draining kind.

I sat at my desk the other day and I found myself in such a situation.  I felt my blood pressure up, I could feel my breathing constrict, and I felt my whole body tense up because I was managing another fire that could have easily been resolved by the first person.  NO VALUE ADDED.  As I sat there ready to scream or cry (maybe both) I heard myself say without thinking, “I can’t deal with this anymore, there is no point.”  I asked myself why do we continue to repeat the patterns we know get us nowhere?  Why do we feel this is what our days are meant to look like?  Who said this is the way?  Who decided that this is what our lives are meant to look like and why did I buy in?  There is nothing genuine in it, not anymore at least.  There is no care in what we do beyond making sure it gets done.

Normally I would find myself bristling and finding a way to fight it, turn it back on the other person, or bitch about it incessantly.  This time I didn’t even want to consider that.  I didn’t want to waste my energy on that.  I simply wanted to exit stage left and quietly go about my business elsewhere, the things I really wanted to do.  Like, if this works for you, great, but I know this isn’t for me anymore.  I always wanted to prove I could do it. I mean, I made it to this level, I did the work and I know I CAN do it.  But is it how I really want to invest my time anymore? 

When you arrive at this question and you understand that the answer is a choice—moreover, if you know the answer is “No” then you know what you need to do.  You know that it is time to do something different.  It’s time to invest the time in something meaningful for you.  I’m learning so many things don’t pan out exactly how I thought they would—they weren’t how I pictured them.  But I can guarantee that even if it didn’t look “right,” I got exactly what I needed.  It’s amazing, it has never failed.  There is no need to panic, there is just an absolute necessity to follow that voice when it’s telling you something is off.  You can trust it. Follow what makes sense for you.   

Following up on the post from yesterday, I want to talk more about our patterns and how we indoctrinate ourselves practically from birth.  There are times I feel so bad for my kid because I try to make him fit into what works for my day.  Like anyone else, I’m busy and have checklists a mile long, teams to manage, a household to run, and things I want to do to keep myself as sane as I can.  I want to keep things in “order” so I can do all the things I want in a day.  Spoiler alert, a five year old doesn’t think like that.  He wants to do what he wants in the moment and all that he knows is he wants to play.  Of course I find the time to play with him, but is it as much as it should be?  Probably not which leads me to the point: why do we think we have to do certain things and why are we so willing to give up what we want to do in order to do something we don’t like?  We think we can save the fun for later or squeeze it in somewhere and we willingly live under the idea that the joy it would bring isn’t necessary. 

I think when it comes down to it, when the time comes to continue on the path we are told to follow, we don’t know we have a choice.  We are indoctrinated with the expected path and the regurgitations of previous generations instead of tapping into our creativity. We don’t even know we can admit the truth: we don’t like what we’re doing anyway!  I ask myself why I fight to continue doing things I don’t want to do.  Why do I force myself to do something that doesn’t align with who I am?  Adversity is a great shaper of character and it teaches us a lot about the direction we need to go in, I get that, but the continual forcing of repeating a pattern I know doesn’t work seems like insanity.    

Perhaps the first step is understanding that we can admit these patterns aren’t working for us.  Maybe it’s even a matter of simply admitting what doesn’t feel good at first.  Then it’s recognizing that we don’t like it.  Then it’s recognizing that some things can’t change and making the decision about whether or not that works for us.  See, we are indoctrinated with the idea that we need to fit in.  We have to find our place in the machine and do as we are told and if we don’t fit then we are “wrong” or “other.”  I think those things that make us outliers are the very things that guide us to where we need to be.  They are the very things that remind us we aren’t all made for the same path.  They are the voice of our souls and we need to re-learn how to listen to them.  If we are taught to not trust that inner voice or that it’s not the right time to do what we are told, then we are always waiting for that permission. 

Naturally there does need to be some sense of order so we at least manage some decorum with each other, I’m not talking about lawlessness and anarchy.  I’m talking about raising up to a new level of acceptance of what is “acceptable” and knowing that it is perfectly normal to not fit in.  I’m talking about shifting the perspective of what life is and opening the flow to what it can be rather than restricting ourselves to the daily grind of the same pattern over and over again, never seeing the world, never really connecting with people, never really learning who we are, never really expressing the magnitude of our beings.  That isn’t living!  That’s a shell of a life.  It’s superficial to live on repeat and not actually experience life.  I’ve learned that just because you are living doesn’t mean you are alive.  Now that I feel this spark, now that I’m not afraid of it, I know I only feel a little potential of what I have inside.  But I swear I will nourish it and cherish it with everything in me until it grows into the light I so profess igniting.  I’m blessed to feel it and I want everyone to feel it too.

I had a thought the other day about the grind and doing the work we do, the things we choose, why we keep doing them even if we know we don’t like it.  I see the same people on the route to work nearly every day, I see the same people at work every day (some I have gotten very close to), we have the same conversations every day.  Is this what life is?  A series on repeat?  No, the answer to that is clearly and emphatically no.  Anyone who has read my work for any length of time knows that I do not believe in that.  I’ve even discussed the quote about not living the same day over and over for 60 years and calling it a life.  But what I noticed in this repetition is that we are all looking for safety in the known.  We can plan our routines and our days to the moment and if anything disturbs that we (especially those of us with anxiety) freak out.  How is that living?

Regardless, as I was thinking about that pattern I realized that the search for safety has made us tame.  The search for comfort disguised as safety has made us miserable.  Thinking we have to live that way has taken the life out of us.  When I talk about awakening and igniting light and finding the purpose/passion in our lives, I’m talking about learning to get in touch with what we really want—not what we are told to want.  I’m talking about creating our own patterns, our own beliefs, and learning to follow our own intuition.  People who love themselves are really hard to sway and people who know themselves are even harder to tame.  We are not all the same!! I know that seems like such common knowledge but if that’s the case then why do we all try to do the same thing every day?  Why do we think we need the 9-5 or that we have to do what someone else tells us with our lives and time? Why do we think we need to reach a certain age to earn the right to explore life?

We live under the mistaken belief that we need permission to use our time as we see fit and that we need permission to do anything with our lives—everything from time off to the  type of work we do and the qualifications necessary to prove we are “worthy” of a certain type of…anything.  We don’t need permission to feel alive.  We don’t need permission to do the things that make us feel alive.  We don’t need permission to change what our lives look like.  We don’t need permission to change our minds about what works for us.  We feel miserable when we feel trapped but we aren’t taught the cage comes from ourselves.  It’s like the elephant chained to the plastic lawn chair.  We have the capacity for so much but we limit everything we do.

So as I saw people in this state, miserable, running the same course day in and day out, I realized something:  we’ve mistaken the norm/base state as misery.  As this thought occurred to me I realized I was doing things I didn’t want to be doing either in the name of safety and comfort.  So how am I contributing to the negative cycle as I repeat it?  That’s when I realized I may be part of something dark at times but I can be a light in that dark. No needs my anger or misery or my misconstrued perceptions and interpretations making things worse than they are.  We need the light.  And that is what I love to remind people of all the time.  The truth is I sure as hell would rather be a source of light than darkness.  I know in my soul it feels better.  Why limit what I feel or express because it makes others uncomfortable?  I’d rather show them how to tap into that source within themselves.  Be the light you need. 

Today I am grateful for stepping way beyond my comfort zone and for support.  I was fortunate enough to meet a business partner from out of state yesterday.  I do not do well with meeting people in most scenarios (thank you social awkwardness) and I am naturally pretty skeptical when we haven’t had the chance to really connect so I had my guard up, but not my fear.  My husband came with me which surprised me to every degree.  I realized during our meeting that it was really meant to reaffirm my place and understanding in the business, but it was also to connect my husband and have him jump on board.  See, I’ve been approaching it wrong (more to come) and bringing everyone together showed me the real point.  Having my husband with me meant more than I thought it would and I think I found the support I didn’t even know I needed.

Today I am grateful to understand.  One of my roles in this world is to connect.  I’m really astute at connecting people, and I’m also pretty astute at connecting people to their purpose.  I don’t say that lightly or flippantly because I sincerely struggle to connect myself to my purpose and I struggle to practice what I preach at times.  Regardless, I am pretty good at getting people where they need to be.  So when one of those connections happens for me, I do not take it for granted.  I appreciate being in an environment where I feel natural and in flow.  I appreciate understanding how I fit in.

Today I am grateful for friendship.  Relationships change over time whether they are romantic or friendly. We sway the line with connection and separation and finding our way back and forth between them.  And in those moments we connect, we find something really special.  We need people.  We find the parts of ourselves in others and we love them.  If we can love and appreciate those things in others, we can certainly learn to love and appreciate them in ourselves.

Today I am grateful for opportunity.  Sometimes it’s easy to trap ourselves in a cage and feel like we have no way out.  Things spiral and spin and we feel ourselves sinking lower and lower—I’m not sure if it’s just the human experience or if it’s our experience in general, the experience we are trying to live up to.  Regardless, I am appreciative of the opportunity to break out of the cage and to see things differently.  I’m appreciative of the opportunity I gave myself months ago that I can take action on now and make things better.  Sometimes we have to hit a low in order to take advantage of or recognize a way to get out.  Sometimes we are drained in order to see what we really need and to see what we actually have.  It isn’t all empty—there is a place to fill up again.

Today I am grateful for recognizing full.  There are times for filling the cup and there are times for expending the energy and if we don’t practice both then we struggle to accomplish either and we struggle to recognize when the time is right for either.  We are in a bit of a stumble recently as we are working on some things with the house and financially.  A bunch of things hiccupped at once and, yes, we are ok, but it is still difficult to manage all of it at once.  I had this thought on full while cleaning.  Even though I want to rest, it is time to work.  And when we work, it may be time to rest—so it is key to know when it is appropriate to do what.  To know when we’ve taken in enough and it is time to move. To know when to let the swing glide forward and when we need to push back.

Wishing everyone a wonderful week ahead.

My son and I had a tough day the other day.  We weren’t jiving at all.  He is five now so whatever he wants, goes, in his mind and it is a struggle to find the balance between letting him be who he is and maintaining my sanity when it comes to protecting his safety or teaching him responsible habits.  I get it.  He’s five.  He wants to play and that is his priority.  He’s also an only child and he doesn’t have a lot of friends his age so he requires a lot of attention.  I mean, he’s spent the majority of his life in COVID restrictions so he hasn’t had much opportunity to make friends and find himself that way.  That means he also has had many outlets for energy so breaking some of his habits is already a challenge. 

Regardless, when we were in the middle of an argument that I had been trying to avoid (I’m human and I caved) I said something I shouldn’t have.  I instantly knew that it hurt him and my heart sank thinking this may have been one of those moments that scar him.  I am NOT proud of it but we know how parenting is at times.  He replied to me, “I’m scared I will never be comfortable again!”.  My heart sank even further.  Those were the words I have uttered to myself for ages.  And as I do the healing work, I see that so many of my habits have been about self-soothing and finding comfort.  I also wanted stability and safety but that all started with things that would calm me down after experiencing some of the trauma and loss I did as a child. 

Now my mind went in an entirely different direction.  They say that we get the children we need and that our children choose us to express their life purpose/lessons.  This was a huge one for me.  One of my lessons IS learning to comfort my inner child, and here I have my living and breathing child expressing the exact fears that I have my entire life.  It was heart wrenching.  I saw without any doubt in that moment that I had passed on something I was working on breaking.  The generational fear of loss and insecurity.  The insecurity we feel about ourselves expresses as the need for material things and my son already has that habit as well. 

I’m so sad that it happened but I am also grateful.  Number one, it taught me that sometimes our inner child is expressed through children.  That is the point—they are aware of the things we started denying in ourselves long ago and they help us bring it to the surface.  Number two, it taught me that I still have things to work through.  Number three, I can work through those things with my son and help him learn to look for security in himself.  Number four, it is not too late.  I will continue to make mistakes and probably do things that WILL scar him but that is part of this journey as well.  We teach those who come after us examples of both what to do and what not to do.  This isn’t a trauma for him if we can work through it together.

So while the words haunt me and scare me at how early they expressed in him, I am still grateful for the lesson and learning how to move forward with my child as well as my inner child. I need to express care for that being as well.  I hear the times I was told to grow up and the times I wasn’t allowed to fully be who I am because they expected me to be a little China doll to make their lives easier.  I see the times I do that to my kid as well.  But he isn’t a doll.  He is very real and he has emotions and thoughts and opinions and I need to learn to reconcile that it is ok for him to have the learning curve I was denied.  That is the greatest gift I can give him.  The ability to be himself.  Maybe in that practice, I can rekindle that in me as well. 

“You can buy a house but not a home.  You can buy a clock but not time.  You can buy a bed but not sleep.  You can buy food but not appetite.  You can buy a doctor but not good health.  You can have insurance but not safety.  This is the problem we all have.  There are things you can not buy with material wealth,” via wealth.  This is a timely follow up to yesterday’s piece.  On the path to healing we have to look at our habits and what we do to create safety.  We are all seeking safety on some level, it is the most primal instinct we have.  Whether we ignore what is happening around us, or we drink it away, or we argue it away, or shop it away, we all look for ways to feel better.  I’m guilty of thinking I’m creating safety through more and more material things.  But as we heal, we see that this material pursuit is only creating the illusion of safety.  So are the rest of the mechanisms we put in place to feel better.

This is all learned behavior and we can’t blame those who came before us because they were learning and expressing safety the best way they knew how.  It’s terrifying for us to come behind that and think we can change that behavior in ourselves because we question our ability.  That, too, is learned.  When we hold ourselves back from the idea we are protecting our physical/mental/emotional body, we disconnect from what they can really do.  We learn that from those around us—parents, other family, friends, school, work.  Our whole lives are spent with some sort of limitation put on us thinking it is keeping us safe.  Fleas have a huge vertical leap but if you place them in a jar for several days, they will never again jump higher than the lid.  What’s more is their offspring will never jump higher than their parents.  It is the same for us: we only go as high as we are taught and we can only be taught what other people know.  In order to learn, we have to experience our own journey.

The question then becomes not reconciling what we were taught, but what imaginary jars are we still living in? It’s an awakening, a stripping away of what we see as safety around us or what we see as necessary.  It’s a getting in touch with who we are to become who we are meant to be.  When we learn to prioritize what is on our path, what our purpose is, we look at the world a bit differently. Suddenly we aren’t looking for anything external to fulfill us because we understand that anything we have materially can be taken away. That rush we were looking for or that calmness we are looking for or whatever thing we thought we needed is either no longer necessary or it comes from within.  The real peace comes from being who we are meant to be. 

Remember in finding that peace that healing is cyclical. Things we thought we were over we see we stepped over like some sort of obstacle and now we see it again, larger than before and now we have to either go the other direction or we have to go around it in another way.  Some things we will see we can simply drop and leave behind.  Others we see were never meant for us.  Others we see we have to simply allow.  One day we realize we were not born with fear about the things we fear and they slowly start to lessen their hold on us.  Slowly the reality of who we are takes over and we see ourselves for who we are meant to be.  Then we are that person, not the façade of someone we were told to be.  There is no animosity or anger any longer, there is simply a coming to, an awakening and we arrive where we are meant to be: who we are.