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I’ve been a cashier, a babysitter, a customer service rep, a receptionist, an administrative assistant, a research assistant and an entrepreneur. I’ve been promoted, demoted, passed over, hired, fired, praised and chastised.
And oh I’ve felt entitled. And I’ve felt victimized, invaluable, worthless, and like no one could ever do that job as good as me! I’ve called in sick when I wasn’t, come in early and stayed late, looked for another job on your computer, done more work than you asked. I’ve been the best employee you’ve ever had! And I’ve been the not-so-best one.
And here’s the thing. It was never about you. It was always about me.
When I called you incompetent behind your back, it’s because I was scared that I was. When I hung on your every word searching for the praise, it’s because I secretly felt I was not good enough. When I swore never to work for someone like you again, it wasn’t because I hated you, it was because somehow I knew I needed to love myself more.
And so I forgive you. I forgive you for what you have not done. Every aspect of our relationship was a reflection for me. It showed me who I was at the time…how I was feeling…how secure (or insecure) I was.
And you…who are you? The mother, the sales rep, the manager, the nurse, the doctor, the VP, the entrepreneur? Oh no, you’re all me.
Because like I said at the beginning, this isn’t about you. And I can breathe easy now knowing: it never was.
It’s done. Forgive yourself.
What do I do now? I’m a fraud. I’m ridiculous…pathetic. I’m so tempted…
We don’t do that anymore. You know that.
I’m scared. I’m frightened about what this means. I thought I was beyond this.
You’re going to have moments like this. Forgive yourself. Let love in. Let me in. Listen to me.
I can barely hear you. I need to breathe. I can’t hear you when I breathe deeply. This room feels so small.
I’ll wait for you. You’re worth waiting for.
This is what darkness feels like. It’s so much more than the absence of light; it is the absence of life! I don’t know who I am anymore.
You are love. You are beauty. You are compassion.
I can hear you. I know what you say is true, but I can’t do it right now. I just can’t do it right now…
You’ll discover I am a model of patience.
How can I pretend to help anyone else when I can’t help myself? Who do I think I am?
You are an innocent child of God who has forgotten, for a moment, who she is. You help countless others with your honesty, your kindness and your wisdom. Remember where you were and then see how far you have come. This is a lesson in forgiveness my child, nothing more. You are learning well.
I cannot cry about this anymore. There’s too much to do. I’m a mother, a wife, a friend.
Be a friend to yourself.
I hear you.
Ask for help.
Do I really deserve it though after what I’ve done?
Yes. Ask for help.
“Please help me remember who I am. May I forgive myself. May I begin to see myself with the eyes of Love. May my hunger be fed, my mind cleansed, my spirit renewed.”
And so it is…
I feel it. It’s starting. This is what light feels like….a gentle swaddle of Love. I remember now. It’s good to be back.
Danielle, you never left.
With a mind at peace and my breathing slowed I open myself up to infinite wisdom and I find it everywhere. I hear it in a song, I read it in a Facebook post, I feel it from my son. And I absorb it all. I take it in faster than I could possibly apply it, but it’s there all the same.
There’s no rush. Let these lessons be a slow burn. May my light ever-so-slightly glow brighter. May I walk just that much taller. May I speak with just a little more humility. And may I forgive a nano-second more quickly than before.
Patience my dear.
The soil is ready. The seeds are planted. The water trickles down. I need only witness. I need only watch it grow. Because while the learning may be rapid, the living need not be.
Gather up all that serves your highest. Clutch it to your breast. Lean your head down to nuzzle it. Know it is for your best.
This is how we do it. This is how we roll. This is learning at the speed of Love.
I really wanted to write yesterday. I wanted that feeling of sitting back and witnessing as word after word pours onto the page. I wanted to be astonished, uplifted at what was coming through me! To give birth to something needing to be born.
And nothing came.
Who are these people who can write while in the depths of despair? The ones who write their best work on the spiral down…who are they? I cannot do it. Sadness leaves me stagnant. Grief fences me in. No for me it is an openness of heart that allows that which wants to be expressed to come through.
For it is not I who writes.
Yes it is my fingers striking the keys. It is my eyes glimpsing the screen. But the words…the words come from some place else. They come from some divine melting pot of thoughts, loves, hurts and joys. They originate in an energy field of hope, prayer and potential…buzzing and bursting and waiting for their turn.
And I am the conduit.
I am the one who allows. But I have noticed that this vessel needs to be vibing with love. I need to breathe easy, speak calmly, sit quietly. This is what is required for the spirit to move me. Anything less results in just that.
But with a chest wide open, a mind at relative peace and a willingness to express, I join with that which wants to arrive! I rub shoulders with the force that wills love into this world. I am made better. I am of service. And with effortless poise and ease, I write.
There’s room here in my heart. Amid the children and the grandparents. There’s room. Between the lovers and the friends. Among the parents and the departed. There’s room.
There’s room here in my day. Amid the naps and the lessons. There’s room. Between the writing and the reading. Among the meals and the toasts. There’s room.
Because I’ve been there. I’ve wondered why me. I’ve questioned. And the answer is yes. You are worthy. You are loved. You give me as much as I give you. I need you too.
All I learn is not in vain. I share it with you. I discover with you. I don’t “fit you in”, I welcome you. I don’t deign to speak to you, I desire it. I am not bothered, I am blessed.
There is room here at my side. So let us walk together. Let us walk knowing we are sisters. Let us walk knowing we are one.
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I could get really specific about what tempts me…what holds me back…what appears to keep me from my goals. I could list the people, the foods, the activities. I could go there with the excuses and wax poetic about how hard life is. I could…but I will not.
It begins and ends with me.
And as long as I inhabit this body, I am the one who steers its course. I am at the wheel. No one and nothing but me makes my life. What I see before me, I have dreamt once before. I have no one to praise, and no one to blame. It is me and the spirit that moves me…nothing more.
And this is as true for me as it is for you. For I am you. So when I look at you, I see not she who I should judge or compete with. I see myself and I am content. My heart sighs and my hand reaches out. I take you with me.
It is not easy, but it is simple. My excuses serve only to complicate the simplicity and to distance myself from the goal. The goal is Love. The goal is revelation. The goal is truth. To live that which has always been and always will be true. That I am you. And we are Love.