I’m learning how to simplify… I can’t anticipate what’s next, but I can be here now. I can’t know what will happen tomorrow, but I can attend to what needs to be done today. I can’t know if my friends will be in my life forever, but I can love who they are right now. I can practice this willingness to stay in the simple present moment so that when the time comes, I can simply let go, simply let go.
Something that’s going to get you really excited about your life:
Something that makes your heart dance:
Sit quietly with these questions. Go deep and go strong. Fill in the blanks with answers that ring true. Then stand at the mirror and look into your own eyes, and give yourself permission to believe that your answers are valuable. Because they are. Never forget this.
Choosing clarity over comfort and service over self-indulgence, knowing that short-term pleasure eats into long term success… I think about what makes a leader a leader. Beyond the roles we play and the hats we don, what is our true identity? The moment we breathe slowly and deeply we enter into the field of presence that was never given and can never be taken away. I look up to anyone who can enter this field and show me how to arrive there without tricks or gimmicks, without bypassing or denial. If I cannot find such a one to lead me, I must become a leader myself. And in today’s world, rife with chaos, fraught with trauma, I think that this is precisely what Life is asking all of us to do.
I’m turning toward the one within who has been suffering so long trying to be good. Sitting on my cushion, tapping on the points,* releasing old stories, crying tears of old grief, something waits for me. Behind the stories, before the stories, before the layers were piled on top of me, there was just this Self, this essence of being, open, clear, available to the present moment. Uncovering that Self, listening, seeing, and celebrating her, setting her free to live and love authentically, this is why I do this work. It is so worth it. ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ *I’ve been practicing EFT (Emotional Freedom Technique) daily since mid-May. It has gotten me throught the worst moments of terror and anxiety about the future, and grief, shame and regret about the past. It has also helped me to stay sober when I had moments of wanting to numb out with various societally acceptable ways of escaping one’s feelings. Do you practice EFT or have you ever heard of it? There aren’t too many people in my sphere who have. I have found it so helpful that I’m feeing called to share the practice.
If you’re wondering how long it will take, how it will happen, when you’ll feel strong enough, healed enough, ready enough… stop wondering. This isn’t a fill in the blank test. This is your life. There are no proper answers. There is only you, opening as awareness to what is alive in this moment. Can you soften and relax into the possibility that you were led precisely here because there was something you could learn from this living, breathing moment? Live. Breathe. Love this moment. This moment is your life.
When life asks you to change by pulling the rug out from under you, when your relationship falls apart, when your health suddenly fails, when a source of abundance suddenly dries up, when nothing makes sense anymore, to cling to the past is sheer insanity. At that point, the most lucid response would be to take a deep breath and feel into the moment, to see what the moment is asking of you. The answers are here, now, in your beating heart, in birdsong, in leaves stirred by an invisible wind, in the changing of the seasons, in the rhythm of your days and nights. Release the past that is no longer relevant to the person you are becoming. Face your future with open arms, breathe, and see what the moment is asking of you.
We are making hundreds of choices in every given moment, although we are moving so quickly that we barely notice any of them. The way we breathe, the way we move, where we look, how we speak, how we think, what we give our attention to— just to name a few. These past few weeks, rife with uncertainty and volatility, I have come to realize in a deep, visceral way how much my choices matter and how conscious I need to be of what I’m choosing in any given moment. Sure, I’m supposed to be out of this house by July 15, sure I have no idea where I’ll live, sure I haven’t even begun packing yet; sure there are so many unknowns… If I focus on any of that, I’ll drive myself into a panic attack in an instant. Instead I can choose to see that in this moment I am safe. I can choose to condition my nervous system to really know that in this moment all is well. One day at a time the answers will become clear; one way or another I will cross the bridge from this old place of sad memories to a newer, better life for me and my children. In any given moment, the choice is clear. I choose peace.