I’m Stumped — Yet Hopeful
How Hope and Encouragement Stop the Pity Party!
As a metaphysician one of the most fascinating, exciting, and thrilling ideas to me is that all possibilities exist at every moment, and I am at choice. Yet, through my young life I witnessed my family activity, my schoolteachers, and other adult members of society that had authority and I began to form ideas of who I was based on what I learned. As I grew into an independent being, the real work began. Finding out who I am and what really works in my life has been an ongoing process. Uprooting ideas that seem to surface from nowhere but have long taproots, is one of the more difficult chores for me. I can encourage, support and champion you all day into night and beyond. Yet, my own words can feel dull and lifeless applied to me.
Ever been in a push/pull situation where you say “This is what I want…” or commit to taking an action, yet unable to get off the dime? Recently, I am there. And even worse, it seems I am going backwards instead of moving in any reasonable direction. The start line is harder to find — or perhaps I’m not even in a line!
I have been reading a James Clear book, Atomic Habits, and it makes so much sense, yet putting the actions in place is not happening — yet. The “yet” means I have not given up hope. At one point in my life I learned/heard that “hope” was not a good word and now it seems to be in favor again. Isn’t that the way of this life? The up and down — in and out world? One day eggs/coffee/milk/wine (take your pick) are bad for you and the next you are encouraged to see their health benefits!
I believe hope can be a conduit for action, as it means one is still alive and in motion. It opens one’s thoughts to possibilities and beckons for momentum to begin.
A false belief I have long held is that almost everyone else could easily bring out the song, write the book, tell the story, dance the dance. “Those people” had more knowledge, talent, degrees, etcetera. Today I realize how much time and commitment those people have invested in their art. Some are pulled and pushed to fulfill a purpose — and some simply love what they do.
I always remember one of my favorite authors saying he hoped he never had to write another book — yet he did have to. And another one of my favorites believing he had written enough — had no more freshness — when another character came to life for him which created a trilogy!
So I am publicly apologizing to my friend Andy, originator of this publication, for not beginning to write sooner. And I am thanking him for his encouragement and willingness to offer outlets for himself and others. I love you for your talent and support. I am reminded of the cowardly lion in the Wizard of Oz as he stood shaking and not trusting who he was. Today I begin anew, with courage, brains, and heart! And I think I’ll get my red shoes out of their box. A little inspiration and reminder!
PILO (Peace In Love Out)
May I remember that right in the middle of my every activity, Love is. When I express Love, it changes the direction I go.
