Recycling Inspiration
I found myself yesterday in a quagmire and it was such a similar one to what I had experienced many years ago that I knew what to do – swallow my pride and flip the coin. And so I was able to move on from that point instead of getting stuck in it because it doesn’t matter sometimes who is wrong or right, it just matters that you don’t stay stuck in the quagmire, no matter who created it.
This morning I woke from a night of dreams and I knew that everything is going to be okay because I’m going to be 54 this year and I’ve been through a lot of this stuff before and I’m not going to say I know what is coming, because I don’t, but I’m going to say without a shadow of a doubt that I know the best is yet to come.
I’ve always been uneasy about transitions because I’ve always been trying to get to the next thing. You know the drill, remember back to a time when a job ended and you weren’t sure what you were going to do next and you stayed instead of still and relaxed, in a panic, worried about what was going to come next and then something came and then you regretted not having enjoyed those days of not knowing. This is the universal dilemma. We’re all trying to go somewhere, get somewhere, instead of being.
That’s why I love my shotgun apartment because it reminds me so profoundly of the many transitions in my life and how many times I’ve been around the block. So I found myself recycling some of my inspirations and affirmations and came across my all time favorite one – this is probably the first that I kept in my scrap book, it’s one I left on the desk of a loved one a long, long time ago, and it’s one I truly believe but often times forget I believe.
