Learning anything new requires practice before the frustration and discomfort start to ease. It’s akin to arriving in a new country with unfamiliar language and customs. We crave familiarity because within what we know, we can navigate predictably. We gather life experiences to establish a standard of living, so when that is forced to change, struggle is inevitable.
We must learn to crawl before we walk, but returning to crawling after knowing how to walk can feel demeaning. However, viewing the world from a different perspective can bring new meaning and challenge what we thought we knew. Certainty is a perception that does not leave any room for growth.
I used to be so confident in my certainly which allowed me to attain so much in my life. The attainment accelerated as I got older and gathered more to be confident about. My appearance, my vitality, and the knowledge I consumed and shared crafted a narrative of success. But why then was it never enough? Why didn’t I feel satisfied?
I’m contemplating the borders of what success once meant to me. It was crucial for me to be recognized as a strong, beautiful, talented and independent woman capable of achieving anything she set her mind to. The umbilical cord of my value was always attached to serving others in a meaningful way, yet beneath the surface of that admirable pursuit lay a less glamorous reality. My outward expression was a super imposed version of what I did not want to feel. I buried my insecurities deep within, amplifying my mission whenever they tried to resurface.
The fire of ambition was fuelled by big dreams and new challenges, most of which I attained. Still, it was never enough, and I continually sought new ways to feed that fire by learning and integrating fresh approaches into my expression. I’ve taken countless courses and pursued numerous endeavours, always seeking something new, exciting, and noteworthy to satisfy the hunger deep within.
Now, in my inability to blaze my way forward, I’m granted the opportunity to make peace with the domineering doer and allow myself to be exactly as I am. To seek ease of being without the pressure to become anything more or less. In exchange for my willingness, I’m given glimpses of aspects of myself that are ripe for healing. What would it be like to approach the unfolding path with curiosity about where it leads, rather than a relentless pursuit of achievement? What will be known by not knowing anything?
The irony lies in this soulful invitation occurring at the most fragile time in my life. Without the loud expression of the persona I once strove to embody, I’m beginning to hear wisdom from a quiet yet powerful voice. This disease is unveiling the stripped down version of me so I can let her be just as she is and be enough. What I want now can’t be found by reaching for it. Peace, containment and ease is like the space in between the breath. It’s always there but easy to miss.
Even in this vulnerable state, I’m cradled by an invisible, tender embrace. Held in this way, my heart unfolds gently, like a rose unfurling to reach the warmth of the sun. There’s a beckoning to return to that which I’ve always been and to what yearns to be known. Not all at once, but in meaningful ways that keeps my Soulfire burning bright.
LESSON: EASE OF BEING IS NOT SOMETHING TO ATTAIN BUT RATHER TO ALLOW.
LESSONS FROM MY LUMP 