You’ve got to love the messes.They really open our eyes and make us take a good, long look don’t they? I’ve had my share and know all about the journey through the mess.
The biggest part of the problem is feeling and hearing that we are headed towards the mess, but jumping right in anyway. What’s even funnier is saying I’ll never do that again. This is the part where I’m shaking my head and laughing because we have a tendency to repeat past problems. You know the routine, don’t you?
Which begs me to remind you that we have an internal compass. An inner voice. A higher control panel alerting us to roadblocks ahead. The trouble is knowing what that nagging feeling is and understanding the wealth of information it carries every minute of every day. You won’t hear it if you are stubborn. You won’t see it if you don’t open your eyes and you won’t feel it if you aren’t quiet enough to still the noise in your life. But I think you get the picture and I know you know what I mean.
We all know how our bodies tell us when we are in the magical pull of joy.
You’ve felt the sinking feeling you have when you go into work each day with dread for the day ahead more often than not. You know how you ignore the anger and negativity in a relationship and always think it will go away or it must be something you’ve done. You know what it’s like to try to be something you’re not, all the while covering the dream you’ve carried for as long as you can remember.
Conversely, you know what a joy it is to be excited and happy. It shows up in the spring in your step, the tickle in your belly, the breakout laughter, the sign on the bumper of a car with a message that seems written for you in the moment, the synchronistic meeting of minds or an incredible phone call you weren’t expecting. You know what I mean ~ we all know how our bodies tell us when we are in the magical pull of joy.
Here’s the deal. If your thoughts talk to you over and over, pay attention. There’s a strong (very strong) confirmation there. If it feels off, it probably is. If it is hateful, worrisome, making you sick at the thought of it, wearing you down, tearing you apart, start feeling, listening, bringing awareness to what might feel better. Small steps are better than no steps. And even teeny, tiny steps taken while holding our breath are okay because at least you are heading in a new direction. But please start breathing with intention and strong, grounding, robust breaths as soon as you feel a little braver. Because after all, that breath is our link to the divine. That magical place of great energy and boundless potential.
It’s not too late, no matter what they tell you. Go for it. Jump over the mess and begin…again.
