Sometimes I feel like the unfortunate meat crammed between the bread of my past and the bread of my future.
I know this is not true because in the moment I am delicious and my future is brilliant. Yet, my former limiting identity nips at my heals attempting to rob me of my peace.
Being in the moment is easy when we are sitting by a lake contemplating. The real challenge is in showing up on time, working and planning around others while being present.
It would be appropriate to call most of us ‘human beens’ or ‘human doings’ because that is where our consciousness tends to reside.
Many of us define ourselves by what has already happened or what we have accomplished (or failed to do). I imagine that there would be absolutely zero people walking on Earth if babies took this approach. They’d fall and say “ah, fuck it. I tried and I can’t. Oh well. Crawling it is”.
I’m not writing this as someone who has given up on life. I writing this as someone who is doing his best to listen to God and moving forward. I’m writing this as someone who has tried and tried and given up and gotten back up and tried and tried again. My past keeps whispering in my ear “look!! you cannot do it. Give up. What a ridiculous pursuit”. At times, this gets to me, I admit.
Love consistently encourages us to get up and keep going forward despite the fails and the falls. This is what I remember: I am grounded in love. Not hope. Not the past. Not fear.
We will make it home!