I can feel the moment when a client realizes the horror and the beauty of this truth: saving your own life is an inside job.
I can’t do it for them. Nor can any book, or workshop, or downloadable podcast, or therapist, or counselor, or coach, or school, or series of accomplishments. Getting married and having kids won’t do it. Making millions of bucks won’t do it. The right friends, career, or feng shui’d house won’t do it.
Because if you can’t live with yourself on the inside, you’re not really living.
It’s horrifying to realize that, because in seconds one’s entire identity is stripped away–the entire identity that is constructed out of a set of beliefs or assumptions or expectations that the world is obligated to work in a certain way, that people are obligated to behave in a certain way, and that if a certain course of action is followed it should have a certain result.
No chance. Not at all. It’s so untrue that it’s laughable, funny, when I sink into the truth of it–that is, it’s funny when it’s not terrifying.
It’s also beautiful to realize that, because holding onto the idea of some external thing or set of circumstances to save us is exactly what holds us in place and keeps us tripping all over ourselves. The realization of the fallacy is the key to the opening up and the awakening.
There are tools, yes. There are practices, yes. There are perspectives, yes. It’s all within your power, and it’s all a choice. All of that is true, and it sounds so simple, because it is, but at the same time, like the layered complications of everything else in life…it’s not that simple.
If you’re interested in profound shifts, though, there’s only one game in town, and that’s to BE the hero you’ve been waiting for.
I don’t say this from up high on any altar. There are places in my life where I am clearly on the frontlines, willing to practice such radical responsibility for my life.
Then there are the other places, the places where I hear the words, “Fuck that,” coming out of my mouth, and I know that there’s fear.
I just happen to know, now, that that’s okay. That it will transform when it’s ready to transform. That even that willingness to watch and observe that which is stuck is a form of doing work.
So, chin up. Keep on keeping on. Imagine the you that has already traversed this journey, as she steps out onto the other side, and she comes back for you, willing to put a warm palm on that tight place between your shoulder blades, the place that doesn’t want to relax.
It can relax.
It is okay.
It always has been.
It always will be.
All is proceeding, just as it will, and the thread of your life is woven in the vast tapestry of the world, in just the right place to knit the pieces into the whole.