I’m a firm believer in things happening for a reason, destiny, and being open to pathways that are in my best interest– especially the ones that make no sense whatsoever.
I used to give all of my power over to this part of the Life | Death | Life cycle: surrender.
“I’ll get what I am meant to” “If it’s meant to be, it’ll happen this way” or “I might as well not ask for anything because I’ll be given whatever is meant for me anyway” or “I cannot possibly be smart enough to know what’s in my best interest, so I’ll leave it to the fates”. Or better yet “I’d really like this thing but you know, the universe knows best so let’s just kinda sit back and see what happens”.
I thought that this was powerful surrender and would create space for brilliant things would pour into my life. But what it really looked like was me giving away all my power and instead of growing trust in the Universe and what was to come, I was incrementally picking apart my ability to trust myself and my choices and desires. I became very good at surrendering to life (a very very good skill!) but had unwittingly stomped out my soul’s creative fire.
I can’t live the depth of my humanness and a life brimming with purpose without stoking the
fire of creation through asking for what I want + taking action.
A brilliant client of mine states this simply. She has made oaths with the universe around her desires which might go something like this: “I desire a healthy, loving partnership in my life. Send it my way and I declare that I will take every opportunity and do all the work required to have it.
She puts it out there, and she follows the breadcrumbs and takes the action. She activatesher desire and through this process, easily co-creates the experience she wants. Notice that she doesn’t put any rules around how it should come her way or what it might look like when it does aside from the broadest desire: to feel good.
What are the things you truly want in your life? Have you asked for them? Have you held up your side of the bargain? What more can you do?
I wrote this post way back in October, and it’s taken a few months to feel ready to release it to the world. In the spirit of courage and daring greatly, here it is today.
I lost my father ten years ago today.
It all started with that little knot of anxiety in the back of my throat that just wouldn’t go away. His anniversaries (i.e. his birthday, his death, my parent’s anniversary…) always hit me in new and unexpected ways. Tonight, I feel gross and unsettled, like my jaw is aching and I can’t focus. Now, I’m lying in my bed journaling, trying to get the lump out of my throat one of the only ways I know how.
I spent a few years enveloped by shame over my father’s death, not because I had anything to do with it, or because I felt that I could have been there and the story would have ended differently, but because I didn’t feel devastated enough. To be sure, my father’s death hit me hard, brutally, viscerally. I have yet to feel that kind of pain again since, although the echoes of that loss still creep in like a quickly rising tide. I never got those carpe diem feelings- those ‘life is short so live it’ moments that drove me to see life differently and to Make It Count… my life just simply continued, without the fanfare.
When my father passed, I was on a year abroad program. Without going into the details, I immediately flew home, took part in all the ceremony and ritual that we surround ourselves in at times of death, and then two weeks later I made the decision, re-packed my bags and was on a plane back to school.
I sat in my host family’s car as we drove through the rainy night and was overcome with a calm knowing – an understanding that I was exactly where I needed to be.
My decision has always been part of the That Time My Dad Died story, but it wasn’t until tonight that I realized that this was That Life Changing Moment for me. And really, my life can be seen as a ripple effect outwards of this exact moment.
Today, when I think of losing my father, this moment is always the first to be conjured – not the fear, the anger, the sadness, the shame … but this private moment with myself. This connection to my own higher wisdom that everything was in it’s perfect place. That night, driving through those streets, is the closest I’ve ever felt to the Universe. I felt strength and an assurance in my own inner wisdom. A space opened inside of me that night that allowed the Universe and all its wisdom to rush in.
That knowing has coloured the way I see life and my current journey in it. It’s become so much a part of who I am and how I make decisions- how I’m motivated in my life– that I forget that it wasn’t always with me. It is through this loss that I continue to push my edges. It is what has created space for me to step into myself and for this I am grateful.