Like many, I have lived through many iterations, different lives. I have had so many influences, different mentors that have guided me and directed me through challenging times. It all seems divine. I can’t recall strategizing or planning the next step, the next turn. It feels mystical in the way that I have moved from one situation to another and yet it all seems quite right and natural.
As we move through the world, we gain people and we lose people depending on our direction. The many facets of my past have all seemed more vertical in nature, constantly rising. I feel that is changing. I feel more horizontal, more expansive. Less lift. More carry.
My heart is broken. That is a certainty. I don’t calibrate that as a bad thing, but rather as a demand for expansiveness and truth. I feel more of a demand to assist in others’ lives. That has been my profession, but it has now morphed into my calling. To create, live, and express from the foundation of heartbreak and loss seems right and true. Driving and participating in others’ vertical leaps, with heartbreak and loss as a jumping-off point, allows for more thrust and freedom.
Last year felt like a GRIND. Maybe we can lose the “D” and find more play and a wider smile.