Gratitude
This morning, I was reflecting on my week and, although it was a pretty mentally and physically draining week, there were several things that I was still so proud of myself for.
I noticed that it was really easy for me to say that 'I was proud of a piece of work that I had completed that week', but it felt so unnatural to say that I was proud of looking after myself emotionally.
To be honest, I felt that I would be judged for saying these things out loud—as though people would laugh at me behind my back and think that I was not a serious business-minded adult, or that I'm simply looking for the internet to applaud me. All of which are completely absurd thoughts, but that's how I felt.
Anyway, today I wanted to barge past those anxieties and actually share gratitude out loud. I rocked this week, and my mind and body is so grateful for it.
I am proud of myself for:
Joining Connection Café with Vix Anderson and all the lovely souls from around the globe to practice authentic relating.
Making a decision to begin coaching with Vix to "get shit done with more peace, power and purpose, even under high stress" https://www.thepracticalbalance.com/.
I didn't cancel therapy because of another 'priority', which wasn't a priority at all, really.
You go Reen Bean!
This powerful poem was also read at Connection Café this week, and it meant a lot, so I wanted to share it with you. It is called 'She let go' by Safire Rose.
She let go.
She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.
She let go of the fear.
She let go of the judgments.
She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.
She let go of the committee of indecision within her.
She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons.
Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.
She didn’t ask anyone for advice.
She didn’t read a book on how to let go.
She didn’t search the scriptures.
She just let go.
She let go of all of the memories that held her back.
She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.
She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.
She didn’t promise to let go.
She didn’t journal about it.
She didn’t write the projected date in her Day-Timer.
She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.
She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.
She just let go.
She didn’t analyze whether she should let go.
She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.
She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.
She didn’t call the prayer line.
She didn’t utter one word.
She just let go.
No one was around when it happened.
There was no applause or congratulations.
No one thanked her or praised her.
No one noticed a thing.
Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.
There was no effort.
There was no struggle.
It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.
It was what it was, and it is just that.
In the space of letting go, she let it all be.
A small smile came over her face.
A light breeze blew through her.
And the sun and the moon shone forevermore…