July 26, 2014 at 5:04 am #1050
Today, I would like you to think back to the last time you were at a crossroads in your life. Perhaps you are at one now. Often a daunting question looms heavy: “How do I know which is the right path to take?”
We want to know that when we get where we are going, that it will actually be somewhere we want to be. We try weighing our options, talking to friends and family, and if we are serious enough about wanting a reliable result, we may even hire a coach to help us arrive at the solution that aligns most perfectly with our goals and strengths.
These options are all well and good, but we would be short-changing the process if we didn’t take a few moments to journal about the issue. Because journaling uses a different part of our brain than thinking and talking, we can often discover original insight into questions that would have otherwise remained lost to us.
Today while journaling: write from a space of friendly curiosity; look for aspects of your response that surprise you; set a timer for a comfortable amount of time, then keep writing until the timer goes off. That’s it!
This week’s journal prompt is:
Week 12: “When I let go of the need to know where I’m going, I . . .”
July 27, 2014 at 5:05 am #1051
When I let go of the need to know where I am going, I am free to stroll amidst the wildflowers or enjoy the feel of the rain on my face. Only then am I free. The willingness to bow humbly to the circumstances of my life empowers me to step most skillfully. There are forces at play within and around me that know more about my journey than I ever can in this moment. Trusting the process, trusting my very next step, even if I do not know where it is leading, is the surest way to get where it is I must go before I die.
All of time has conspired to create this moment, and me as well, for reasons that have nothing and everything to do with me. It is not of my doing that I should be here writing these words: I am not capable of such a miracle. And yet, were it not for this “me” or these “words” that are written, this miracle would not have this space to marvel in humble awe at its own stunning existence.
Stepping beyond my wildest dreams, needing nothing that I do not have, leads me to this sacred space. Only from this space can my next step be a perfect extension of who I am. When I let of to the need to know where I am going, I arrive home.
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