It’s a funny thing when you realize the very things you teach others all the time, day in and day out, are the very things you tend to struggle with yourself. I’m in the midst of a very challenging point in my life at the moment. You know the one: figuring out am I really on the right path and then proceeding to second guess myself into oblivion, guaranteeing I get absolutely nothing done. For me, this ends up sliding me into the oblivion (hell?) of depression. It unbalances me spiritually, which is certain to throw me into a tail spin in every other area, too. I get titchy, I become a master at distracting myself, I think of every reason in the book – and a few from places I made up – to do things that have absolutely nothing to do with answering that damn question, with getting the right “why” in place so the “how” becomes apparent. After all, if my why is muddy then the how isn’t going to be any clearer. I can stand around for days asking the Lady for guidance but if I’ve got my fingers in my ears and my eyes squeezed shut then I’m not going to notice when She gives me help.
This is where it’s awesome to have friends. Not the ones who’ll tell you everything’s fine and you’re right about everything, but the ones who’ll see you dinking around and call b.s. on your ish. The ones who love you enough to speak up even if you don’t want to hear it but will speak in love even if it sounds a bit harsh. I am grateful to have such friends. I didn’t always, but I am fortunate to have found a few chicas who are bold enough to stand in their truth and are able to stand with me in mine even when I’m trying to squeeze my way out of it. Giving props where props are due: thank you! I am grateful to have you in my life even or especially when I’m being incredibly silly and trying that ridiculous hide-in-plain-sight thing I get into every now and again.