This Is Not The End Of Me
Posted on August 28, 2017
This is not the end of me. This is the beginning.
Chapter II starts with the closing of the previous book.
I have no idea what happened in my sleep last night but whatever it was sent a jolt of energy into my today that has been very noticeable. It felt like there was something inside of me that shifted. Something changed. These olds ways of being just seemed to shed off of me.
It’s like that feeling you get when you catch a wave. There’s this big push and you’re off.
So where am I today?
I spent the morning coming back to what I’ve always known to be true – all of this I am doing…everything that I’m engaging in…is the path and there’s no other one to travel on.
Everything that has happened, the good and the bad, are part of the process. There’s no telling why things happen or what will happen…there’s just the knowing that you’re being looked after and taken care of no matter what.
I think for a long chunk of time there I lost that belief.
Then, I stalled. I stayed stuck because of habits and ways of showing up in the world and didn’t move forward. Clearly I wasn’t ready. Clearly I didn’t have the right mentality to take everything to the next level and move forward to this chapter.
But today, I’m here.
I feel it in my bones. I know it to be true.
Life works in mysterious ways. Up and down. In and out. It’s this moving, shifting, breathing thing that is far beyond your comprehension. It will do as it pleases and you really don’t have much of a say in it.
But what you do have a say in is carrying forward with the path that your heart knows to be true. It’s listening to those whispers within telling you to go a specific way and making sure you honor those requests.
Because if you don’t, you’ll end up lost. You’ll find yourself either pulled onto the side of the road or turning around and heading in a direction that doesn’t serve you at all.
I will admit – I’ve been stuck for a while.
There have been certain pieces of me I really didn’t want to let go of. Pieces that have been around for years and years and years. But last night, I let them go. I don’t need them anymore. While they might pop up from time to time, I can live above them. I know I can.
There docks have been burnt behind me.
Another journey to take.
There’s only forward now.
Only forward we go.
The Better Man Project