Overcoming
What is it about the word overcome that makes me think I have landed after a journey through the universe and back to fight an internal foe with a light sabre fantasia?
And what is it about being in your mid-forties that feels like you are now facing the result of decades of emotional procrastination and blissful ignorance?
It’s one giant leap and one impressive amount of blind eye turning!
Yet here I am, and here we are…for we are not alone and there are signs everywhere. Such as the latest letter from love of Elizabeth Gilbert - had I not launched into my mother just the other morning for what I interpreted as emotional ignorance - yet once again?
I would not be the person I am had I not been ‘cruelly’ left go. For isn’t that every parent’s greatest sacrifice for their children? I wouldn’t have become the high achiever, eager to impress, A-Typer. And I can be grateful for that and STOP seeking, now.
I can rest. I can let life unfurl. I can pour the energy into other aspects of life. Explore the potential. Seek to fulfill.