deal with your shit, so you don’t have to be like the monkey who flings it at everyone else.
how? accept all of who and what you are. all of it. love it, hate it, doesn’t matter. until you take complete hold of the oars, you’ll always be pushed around by life, seemingly.
it’s not about control. it’s about integration, reclaiming splintered focus and energies, and elevating your game.
it’s about remembering:
to dance more than you fall in line;
to laugh more than you frown;
to cry more than holding it in;
to love for the sake of love itself;
to sing more than you speak;
to walk more than you plan;
to dive into the embrace of the abyss;
to trust more than you reserve judgement;
to be – just simply, fully, powerfully, intentionally be.
the burden of what has been doesn’t need permanent transport on the convoy that is the story and journey of your life.
it’s ok to be who you are now, with the benefit of experience, less the baggage.
it’s ok to be present – in all ways – and to turn the page rather than desperately search for any possible way to edit, rewrite, or cram more onto the current one.
let loose the chains of self-imposed punishment, penance, or permission slips. there’s no more masterful a concoction the cleverest of saboteur could devise than the rich plethora of nastiness we inflict upon ourselves.
it’s ok to be easy about all this. any judgement otherwise is only, ever, your own.
love your life,