It is so easy to get lost in comfort.
To let the ease of a person, situation, or place lure us into a false sense of security and distract us from what it is we really want, where it is we are really going.
Who. Are. You?
I punctuate this with intentionality, hoping you’ll hear each stressed syllable and note each pause between words as if I was speaking aloud to you, with the wish that you understand the sincerity and seriousness behind my query.
What would you say to define yourself?
Friend, when we are heartbroken or disappointed, or in anyway feel damage emotionally, we move forward and will take any stride to protect against similar and further damage. This to me reminds me of when we suffer a physical injury, such as a broken arm. We take the time to heal to immobilize the bone so that the bone can heal.
Triggers are a tricky thing, my friend, and we seem to collect quite a bit of them over the course of living life. By the time we get through childhood, which I believe lasts well into most people’s twenties, we’ve suffered wounding. Wounds, that…
Friend, most of the time we’re merely broken people, stumbling around breaking other people. We are careless with our words, our actions, and our deeds. Seldom taking notice of what matters, what is important, and what could make us whole until after we’ve destroyed it.
…patterns, routines and schedules can be detrimental. Sometimes we start to live as if we’re sleepwalking brainless zombies, merely going through the motions, but not really taking part in our lives. Then there are the patterns, friend, that reveal to us our wounds in need of healing.
Maybe I speak too boldly, assuming others suffer from the same debilitating fear that I do, but I don’t think so… and if this resonates with you at all, friend, I invite you to let go with me. Let go of the fear, the worry, the anxiety and insecurity. Let go of the doubt, the uncertainty, the hesitation, and anything that holds you back and prevents you from grabbing hold off whatever it is you are afraid to grasp.