This past month, I went through something, a significant something. It was so significant that I missed two blog posts. I simply could not write. Something got lost. And I didn’t know what it was.
The unknown is a scary place. Possibilities, yes, but surrendering to it is unfamiliar. Human beings only like what is familiar. I came to a point where I didn’t like anything.
In the churning that followed, it somehow all went dark.
And then I realised it was me who was closing my eyes.
No one was doing this to me.
It was all me.
My power. My responsibility. My healing. My journey. My life. My choice.
I choose.
I choose.
And so, with a little help from my friends, I started to choose. The choice I made was to choose me.
And then it all fell into place - or started to at least.
In the words of Ralph Waldo Emerson, “once you make a decision, the [whole] universe conspires to make it happen”
It is said that successful people make decisions quickly, changing them slowly, if at all. “Losers” constantly flip-flop, always finding an excuse. I wanted to be a winner. I am a winner.
So, despite taking longer than I would have liked about it, I made the decision to pick me and to keep picking me.
I do very much like where this journey is taking me.
