I’ve been stuck on this post for the last few days, mostly because I don’t like to publish something just for the sake of content. For me, it has to be genuine and thoughtful and true. And I’ve had something genuine and thoughtful and true to share, but I’ve been thinking a lot about how I want to share it. Last Friday, after a rough week of work, I took one of my favorite neighborhood walks to treat myself to dessert. During my walk, I returned a phone call to my younger sister and for reasons unknown, allowed a conversation that I generally try to avoid with her because it’s a topic we just can’t see eye to eye on, ever. I was exhausted and stressed out, but somewhere in between spoonfuls of graham cracker frozen yogurt and a lecture on self-love from my well-earned perch as the “older and wiser” sibling, I had a moment. Though we were talking about her, the moment was all mine. Because it was then, on a warm Friday evening in late-September (on the brink of a full moon, that full moon), that I realized I had finally grown up. It was like all the lessons of yesteryear which had been marinating for the last decade decided to seep through my stubborn exterior that had been clinging to youth, to learning the hard way. And then, just like that, everything clicked. There was no more steadfast resistance, only clarity. And I didn’t even have to stare down all the mistakes of my past and acknowledge I was wrong because those silly lessons had already been lived and learned, which of course, is what brought me to that moment on Friday night. I’m a huge fan of coming-of-age novels and the like so surely you’d think I’d have had some preconception of how it was supposed to happen – this growing up thing. Admittedly, I (mistakenly) assumed it had happened, years ago. Only now, of course, I know it didn’t.
In case you’re wondering, and entertaining suspicions that I might be slightly crazy, I’m not so stuck on the moment. It’s what happened after. For the past six days, I have felt more free than I have ever felt in my life, like the heavy cloud of anxiety, confusion, frustration, and uncertainty that had been hovering over me at varying heights for the past ten+ years of my life had finally vanished. And every day since last Friday has been the most glorious day. I haven’t done anything even remotely special or out of the ordinary. Nothing in my life has changed, except the way I see things. I now know I don’t have to carry around the past like it’s some heavy burden, or shrink with fear at the thought of what lies ahead or how the hell I’m going to get there. It all feels quite simple. Light. In terms of weight and illumination.
Mostly, I feel possessed by the strongest sense that from here on out, its only forward – that I’ve crossed a previously impenetrable barrier and there is no going back. But what’s most brilliant about it all, is I have no desire to. On this side of life, we live and let live. No expectations. One day at a time. To be sure, there is still much learning, much growing to be done. New lessons, but of a different variety.
As a full-fledged adult now (read sarcasm please), I can vouch for this: the secret is simple, but apparently, it might seem like a complicated physics equation until you’re ready to see it’s just plain English.
In any event, here it is: You own your life. Nobody else does. Not your parents, not your partner, not your employer. You have the power to be whoever you want to be, to do whatever you want to do, and there is little gratification in delaying it until some uncertain date in the future that may or may not ever arrive. To quote Fitzgerald, “You can change or stay the same.” The point is, you can’t sit around waiting for things to happen. Nothing you ever want is going to come knocking on your door. It’s never that easy. You’ve got to go out there and get it yourself. No matter what barriers lie ahead. And once you take back your life, nothing can stand in the way of your happiness. There is nothing – I repeat – nothing – stopping you, but you.
And this too: You are love in its purest, simplest form. It is every part of you. You don’t need to look outside yourself to find it. Share it generously. But when it comes to receiving it, remember first that the only kind worthy is the one that matches yours – pure and simple. If it’s processed, its not real. And as is the case with most things that aren’t real, it won’t last. And it will make you sick. And probably break your heart. Maybe your spirit too.
And finally, this: Everything is energy. Let yours be positive, always. And if it’s not, find a way to make it. It comes back to you in the form it’s released.
And, if you’re on the other side, don’t worry so much, it’s all going to come together when it should, and even all the bad mistakes, terrible decisions, poor judgment, will add up to something. Truly, they form the bridge that allows you to cross over. Don’t worry about rushing these things though. The universe has a plan. Promise, promise.