(I really didn't write this today. I'm new to blogging and so I just picked a practice blog from a month or so ago that I didn't have the courage to actually post. Ah!!!! Writing is so personal to me. It's scary to 'expose' myself. Here goes! I feel like I'm jumping into a recently thawed lake and I'm scared shitless of the shock of it. Here goes… 1…2…3 jump)
This is exciting. It feels like a snow day when I was a child. What’s so wonderful about a snow day? I think it’s the imposed limitation of options that leave us no choice but to stop and enjoy the beauty of the day.
What if we all had the mental stamina to manage our own free will by saying no to all options that weren’t of our choosing? AND remain in a state of joyfulness in doing so (no guilt, no doubt, no regrets, no shame…).
Unfortunately, most of us don’t do so willingly and so it’s as though Mother Nature decided to take over and do what’s best for us. She puts a heavy blanket over us and insists that we be still. I can almost hear her whisper, “Be still my child, shhhhh… stop, look, and enjoy my beauty. You have permission to come outside and play with me today!”
I accept… that I’ve often made choices based on other peoples’ expectations or even worse, based on that dreaded voice in my head instead of honoring my Inner Voice.
I relinquish… making choices out of fears of not living up to expectations.
I dream of… the joy that comes when I honor my Inner Voice.
With peace and love I intend to… enjoy the finer things in life: gazing at the intricacy of a single snowflake as it falls on my black glove, making a snowman, and the joy of marveling at the shadows of the trees cast by the light of the silvery moon on the new fallen snow.
I am grateful to trust my Inner Voice that is the compass that guides me! I am grateful to embrace joy!