I’ve been having a lot of conversations lately about listening to and paying attention to what the essence of who I am is telling me. And once again I am reminded that everything is about me. I forget while in conversation that it’s really all about me. That the conversation itself is an indicator as to what is going on in inside ME. I ran my first Decloaking and Living authentically workshop earlier this month and it was amazing, and I thought, beforehand, that I would certainly blog about my experience, and was surprised when there was no calling from me to write about it. I know in that experience it felt like I was home. Oh there were moments of panic and uncertainty for sure and once again I had to let go and trust mySelf.
I know what lights me up. I know the conversations that move me that allow me to grow and expand to become more. And I know the ones that don’t light me up, that cause me to stay where I am, dozing off. What is it that prevents me from being more? Actually who prevents me from being more? I know it’s me. I went to see Lisa Nichols, courtesy of my husband, he bought me a single ticket, and I went alone and I did just fine, as I knew I would. I met some amazing women, reconnected with one and even had some face time with Lisa. And what did I get out of the conversation with her? I can do this. She was just being her. Not pretending, not hoping, just being.
I do find mySelf just Being more and more, no pretense, no cloak, and when I’m not my body gives me a little indicator, something, some ache or pain that says “hmmm here is a green dot moment, are you, am I, paying attention?” And I get to choose. When I am just being me fantastic things happen, lives change, can it get any better than this? YES! Am I ready for it to get better than this? YES! All of my conversations lately have been about being more, and yet, there is that part of myself that is content at keeping me where I am. And that voice inside of me that is saying MORE, MORE. I heard mySelf saying “are you afraid of being successful?” What does that mean anyway? Putting mySelf out there for EVERYONE to see? That’s it, that’s all. As I write these words I feel that old familiar sensation, the words “who do you think you are?” Though not as strong as they used to be are still there. So there is still some work to be done, and all the work entails taking a breath and remembering who and what I am. The godforce streaming through the organic device known as Lisa.
Listening to me means giving voice to who I Am, giving voice to the messages I have inside of me that I know others are waiting to hear, in order to do that though I have to be willing and able to listen to me, to trust that voice that speaks to me, to be willing to know what I know and stand firm in that knowledge, because what other people think of me is none of my business BEACAUSE it’s never about me it’s always about them. Especially when the other people in question are all the old voices in my head from a past experience that no longer exists except in my intellect. I’m lucky I know better, I know those voices are me looking down and believing who I was told I was, I know I can take a breath and look up and choose to be the potential of everything I can become and define myself in this moment, since that’s all that there is.