I am so thankful for the power of positive intention…
…whether is acknowledgment and focus, prayer and supplication, grim determination and sweat (often, all the above); it certainly does its part to put things in motion.
Yesterday, I wrote about simple solutions.
I basically prayed for those AH-HA moments to hit me more often (gently, mind you – the point is to live with less pain), because I’m tired of wasting energy and effort spinning my wheels, living in pause.
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Yesterday, I blatantly admitted that I’m at a loss on how to move forward on a certain situation.
I’m lost – and the words won’t come.
I’m lost – and unsure of which actions, what stance, I should take.
And somewhere in the mayhem, I asked: “What am I supposed to do?”
But I’m living frozen…in fear? in apathy? in…what?
Mire.
That’s for sure what it is, no matter what form it’s taking…
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There were pieces, signs, a serendipity of sorts that followed me through the day.
Bits of magic got tossed into the cauldron as I stirred the soupy mess of my day wondering what my path was supposed to look like, what my next steps should be…
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It hit me at the gym.
(There’s nothing like some fresh, hot blood pushing it’s way through your veins and vessels to get the neurons firing, huh?)
I do what I do.
I speak life. I plant seeds.
I reflect light and breathe love.
I give courage.
Because…that’s what I do.
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The who doesn’t matter.
It never has…
And, as I reflect on my last 18 months or so, I realize I’ve been in training for this. I’ve worked hard to be able to stand here and know with confidence that I can bear the weight of what comes at me (or what doesn’t).
Because, it isn’t personal.
It’s business.
The business of light+love, which is…my jam.
