I’m getting excited about possibility…
I don’t want things to go back to “normal,”
that is, what we considered normal before.
Existing inside of that mindset,
I ask myself
What would I want my new normal to look like?
First of all, I’m well-rested
Second, I’m well-nourished
Third, I feel connected to people who love me.
Fourth, I’m earning good income doing what I love!
I’m willing to leave behind
the struggle to make ends meet.
And so, existing in this place of possibility,
how do I establish my new normal?
One step at a time.
Just one step at a time.
Always in the process of becoming,
always in flux,
life is movement, not stagnation…
so why do we yearn for
safety, stability, routine?
Our minds are hardwired
for familiarity, comfort and ease,
but our greatest potential
and truest growth
exist just outside of the comfort bubble.
Transcending the constraints
of the life we knew
will feel, by definition, uncomfortable,
as we leave the safety of our bubble
and venture into possibility.
Ask yourself who you’d rather be
as you lie on your deathbed about to take your last breath:
A person who took the familiar path
A person who lived an extraordinary life.
The choice, dear one, is yours.
I woke up with an idea,
a face in my mind…
It took several minutes
to remember the name
that went with the face.
I reached out to this person for help.
At first I resisted doing this
but then I thought
I’m desperate, afterall,
so what do I have to lose?
I had prayed for new thoughts,
and it would be ungrateful of me
to not follow through
when the ideas finally come.
I haven’t heard back from the person.
Maybe nothing will come of this idea
but more ideas.
But wasn’t every great invention
first an idea?
Every great work of art,
every great performance,
every great experience—
weren’t these all ideas
before they were brought to fruition?
For now, there is nothing to do
but receive these ideas
and take action on them.
For now I will trust this is enough.
I keep asking HOW?
How will I shift this situation?
How will I become autonomous?
How will I find a home?
A new way to live
and provide for my living?
Fear wants to creep in.
It’s slimy and quick
and slips into my mind
because that is what it has always done.
But I decide that it’s time for a new way.
I choose to give more attention to my future
than I give to my past.
I don’t need to be afraid anymore;
I can trust in Life;
it always works out
one way or another.
To rise above.
To feel the pain
and take the good medicine.
My posture has changed;
for now more humble,
This turning into myself
doesn’t reduce me,
the way a daytime flower
folding into herself
during the coolness of night
doesn’t reduce the splendor
of her awakening
to the next day.
I am nurturing seeds of potential
and when the time is right
they too shall experience
a breaking open
and a deep, sighing welcome
to this life
of infinite possibilities.