How strange that the nature of life is change, yet the nature of human beings is to resist change. And how ironic that the difficult times we fear might ruin us are the very ones that can break us open and help us blossom into who we were meant to be.”
~Elizabeth Lesser, Broken Open: How Difficult Times Can Help Us Grow
The number one thing that holds people back is resistance to change.
~Jen Sincero, You are a Badass at Making Money: Master the Mindset of Wealth
Be willing to come apart.
~Law 2 of Journey into Power, Baron Baptiste
Isn’t it interesting how the Universe sends us messages all the time, in all sorts of ways, often repeating herself until she’s like, what’s a girl gotta do to get this clown to listen??? AND how equally interesting it is that we willfully ignore these messages, choosing instead to mix ourselves a cocktail, pull up any one of our online distractions, or spend our evenings with Netflix in a blatant attempt to not hear what is being said?
Our comfort zones have clearly defined parameters. To venture beyond them is hard. We don’t want to be cast out of the tribe or seen as too vulnerable to others, and we certainly don’t want to fall apart. Those very words conjure up an image of a hysterical, out-of-control, crazy person that we most certainly are not, thank you very much. I’ve got my shit dialed in over here, which gives me a level of superiority and the right to judge those who get overwhelmed, anxious, and lose their shit. Because if we keep casting stones, we don’t have to chance a look down and see the stones that surround our own feet, that we have cast at our own damn selves when we were falling apart.
If we’re honest with ourselves, and if we are able to look back with compassion and grace for ourselves, we’ve all had moments or extended periods of time spent coming apart. When we just didn’t know what to do anymore, had no answers, no logic or common sense to fall back on. When everything seemed turned on its head and all we could do was hold on and blindly trust that some glimmer of hope was out there, somewhere. It was all so very painful, soul-deep, and nonsensical. And somehow raw, alive, and so very human. Those times shook us out of our stupor, moved us…