It’s that time of year… coming up on a birthday … that has me reflecting on what the past year has brought, and what it is I want to create in the next year.
It’s a “9” year, packing an extra punch. Looking ahead not just to what I want to create in the next year, but to who I am becoming… and how do I want to arrive at 60.
I’m haunted – maybe too dark a word – by a conversation I had with a friend a few months ago. Facing a divorce not of his choosing, his comment was, “if I’d known a year and a half ago that the problems we were having would be fatal to the marriage, I might have made some different choices.”
Not so profound, perhaps. And yet, I am haunted the impact of it. And the question about where in my life is the becoming wanting more intention, less unconsciousness? The gremlins jump in! ever-ready to take advantage of the vulnerability. “Fix this! Fix that! They bring out the tried-and-true weapons of the “problems” I have “struggled” with for years.
The Beckoning of my Becoming is smarter than to fall for their old tricks. This is not the time for the masculine, strategic, make-it-happen energy. Action, yes. Commitment, yes. Inspired action that arises out of the commitment to the continuous unfolding, the beauty of my becoming.
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