Day #79
Letter’s of Surrender: 90 Day’s of Living An Intuitive Life
Dear Reader,
As I begin to shift the way I see myself, my perception of the world, shifts. The way I see people is shifting. Not from a place of judgment, from a place of understanding. From a place of actually being able to sit with people’s humanity. Not wanting to change them. Just wanting the best for them. Perhaps, I am actually beginning to integrate the fact that everyone has gone through or, is going through something. Everyone is carrying some level of grief, loss, insecurity and shame. I have realized, that it is all part of the human experience. It’s the holding onto these things, that create chaos and confusion within our lives.
And you know, if I’m being completely honest with this, I am having a hard time narrowing in on my reflection. My brother got married yesterday, so I jumped on the plane and picked up my daughter from school , before heading to the ceremony. After the ceremony, I went straight to the airport, caught a 9:30 pm flight an had to work this morning. So I’m exhausted. My thoughts come and I can’t seem to focus in on translating them into words. And yet, I still want to be here, writing this. It’s been 79 days and these writing’s have become a staple in my life.
So, if this post was meant to be shared and you find yourself reading this, remember, to continue showing up for the commitment’s you’ve made . There are going to be day’s you don’t feel like there isn’t enough growth. There are going to be day’s you doubt your ability to show up and that is your indication to do it. Don’t let an old version of you, talk you out of the new one that you are cultivating. It is always okay to start again. It’s the only way we will have the opportunity to refine our decision’s. Life is not linear. It’s cyclical and, the circle will always turn back to hand you more experience, more opportunities to choose different. Because it’s within these new experiences that we release old programming and integrate new one’s. One’s that serve our highest selves.
Until tomrorow.
Love Always,
Ariel