''... and more about the lessons learned''.
I totally forgot where we were; remind me quickly.
Right, I was telling you about stepping up and discovering what change looks like for me from here.
I'll be honest with you, yet again, I don't know and there's a lot that I don't. I've been writing out of pain and misery for so long that now I've had this shift in consciousness, my ability to channel this new fire is still at it's infancy.
Everything is turning new before my eyes, having reeled from the damage done - like being pierced. But instead of heartbreak, I break through into the freedom and possibility I've only ever dreamed about.
I used to think that having a vision was mixed bag of blessings and burdens but being unable to inspire came as a result of lack, on my part - that's what I thought at first. But spending enough time around likeminded mammals, I've come to realize that I was sharing the right vision and exuding the inspiration, sure - I just needed to get around the right people.
Some are people I just met, others I've known for a while and a few that I've known through time. One of the more outstanding being my brilliant and beautiful friend, Priyanka Choudhary - a professional goob. Now, she's someone you want to be careful around because just when you think it's about flowing dark hair and resplendent dimple smiles, boom, pulsating brain power crackling with creativity. God bless her heart, I'm praying for rest for that girl.
We have in-depth intellectual to and fros, back and forths, push and pulls that constantly remind me of what I'm really about. She re-emerged as a peripheral part of my existence and showed me something that I stopped doing - practicing gratitude. There's a little magic in every sunrise I wake up to. I'm learning to throw my heart down and purge it of all negativity, bow gracefully and let chapters of my life end to welcome the new with childlike anticipation.
I've been seeing more to my life than aching and breaking - there's growth and addition, multiplication and progression. My space has been invaded by upgrades. I'm turning into the advanced version of myself.
The person I was wouldn't appreciate, at least not as much, the opportunity that I step into each day. Every morning is the start of the time of my life. I remember a time, way back when I was 23, when I'd cry because I didn't die in my sleep.
I had to face another 24 hours of being caged in my own mind, sealed and shut by the death spoken over me that I didn't have the strength to push back.
I was beginning to doubt my own capacity as a leader, a friend... as a person. I was being backed into a corner by my own self-destructive inner chatter, uncovering deeper fears of being closed off from imagining more, becoming more.
There's something familiar about being the underdog, though, living in blissful ignorance until your blind steps lead you into a dead end. That's when your greatest fears come find you because there is no escape, no distraction and no running.
How many of you know that you have very black and white decisions in that moment: remain in chains or take heart and pierce through your pain like a searing blade. How does that old saying go again? ''The same hammer that shatters glass forges steel''.
It's time to figure out what we're made of.
It's time to step up.
Right, I was telling you about stepping up and discovering what change looks like for me from here.
I'll be honest with you, yet again, I don't know and there's a lot that I don't. I've been writing out of pain and misery for so long that now I've had this shift in consciousness, my ability to channel this new fire is still at it's infancy.
Everything is turning new before my eyes, having reeled from the damage done - like being pierced. But instead of heartbreak, I break through into the freedom and possibility I've only ever dreamed about.
I used to think that having a vision was mixed bag of blessings and burdens but being unable to inspire came as a result of lack, on my part - that's what I thought at first. But spending enough time around likeminded mammals, I've come to realize that I was sharing the right vision and exuding the inspiration, sure - I just needed to get around the right people.
Some are people I just met, others I've known for a while and a few that I've known through time. One of the more outstanding being my brilliant and beautiful friend, Priyanka Choudhary - a professional goob. Now, she's someone you want to be careful around because just when you think it's about flowing dark hair and resplendent dimple smiles, boom, pulsating brain power crackling with creativity. God bless her heart, I'm praying for rest for that girl.
We have in-depth intellectual to and fros, back and forths, push and pulls that constantly remind me of what I'm really about. She re-emerged as a peripheral part of my existence and showed me something that I stopped doing - practicing gratitude. There's a little magic in every sunrise I wake up to. I'm learning to throw my heart down and purge it of all negativity, bow gracefully and let chapters of my life end to welcome the new with childlike anticipation.
I've been seeing more to my life than aching and breaking - there's growth and addition, multiplication and progression. My space has been invaded by upgrades. I'm turning into the advanced version of myself.
The person I was wouldn't appreciate, at least not as much, the opportunity that I step into each day. Every morning is the start of the time of my life. I remember a time, way back when I was 23, when I'd cry because I didn't die in my sleep.
I had to face another 24 hours of being caged in my own mind, sealed and shut by the death spoken over me that I didn't have the strength to push back.
I was beginning to doubt my own capacity as a leader, a friend... as a person. I was being backed into a corner by my own self-destructive inner chatter, uncovering deeper fears of being closed off from imagining more, becoming more.
There's something familiar about being the underdog, though, living in blissful ignorance until your blind steps lead you into a dead end. That's when your greatest fears come find you because there is no escape, no distraction and no running.
How many of you know that you have very black and white decisions in that moment: remain in chains or take heart and pierce through your pain like a searing blade. How does that old saying go again? ''The same hammer that shatters glass forges steel''.
It's time to figure out what we're made of.
It's time to step up.
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