Courage
A self-belief
and deep trust that the step you take is right, more than right, it is
necessary. It is ordained by your higher self as the path you must take.
Courage can
sometimes feel easy, maybe the blissful unawareness of youth provides opportunities
for adventurous courage, the kind of courage that flips the bird to the world
and charges ahead refusing to see consequences. Or even when consequences are
vaguely identified there is a sense of flippancy. I mean, seriously, you have
years to fix it/pay for it/divorce it/rebuild it. So lets go!
I have made
many courageous moves in my time. Some have worked out really well and other
not so much. I have sold my house and moved interstate to a temporary job with
two kids. It worked out as I knew it would. I have headed off overseas on my
own having never been out of Australia before. I have the best time. I took two
months leave and taught English overseas at a youth centre. I adapted to being
totally out of my comfort zone and met the most amazing people whilst learning
what my next life transition was to be.
During my
younger adulthood and despite quiet introversion I had a deep confidence in my
ability to do and achieve, combined with the focus and patience to forge a path
to my golden goal. I visioned, I imagined and I manifested. Sometime with
steadfast stubbornness and self-centred pig-headedness, but I made it.
Looking
back I am a little in awe of some of the decisions I have made and achievements
I have worked hard for.
I think
that as women we have a tendency to casually dismiss our achievements for fear
of standing out, of being seen as arrogant. The tall poppy syndrome works well
too keep us small.
Take time
to contemplate the brave choices you have made or the incredible will you have
exerted to achieve goals – small or big. Fantastic success or abysmal failures
are all equally valuable. Each time you learn more about yourself and about
others. None of which you would have learnt if you didn’t have the courage to
step out of your comfort zone.
I am writing
of courage today as I am at a juncture in my life. A turning point. A fork in
the road. I need courage. I think I have courage but I am still hesitant. Why?
Is it
because I have more to lose now that I am older? When all you own are a few
bags of clothes and some furniture in a rented apartment, there really isn’t
that much to lose. These days there seems to be more at stake and a sense of
responsibility for another’s financial security.
I am
confident and I have the self-belief and I have faith that this decision is my
‘destiny’, so why the hesitation I wonder?
I have
realised it is because I feel selfish. I feel like my decision is all about me
and my desires and for the first time I care about another’s needs in a way
that makes me feel selfish to put pressure on them. Though I have to admit the
‘money thing’ worries me a little. The idea of having nothing is not appealing
in one’s 40s. I like nice things and expensive shoes.
One thing
that I do know, is that making no decision is what squashes spirit. Flailing
around in awkward indecision is a recipe for disappointment and regret. In
order for the universe to provide you with assistance you must first take
action.
I am not
quite there yet.
I have also
learnt that if I don’t make a decision then others will chart my destiny and my
power is taken from me.
I don’t
like that.
What do you
need to be courageous about?
Are you
handing your power to someone else through indecision?
May we all
step forward with confidence and trust this week.
Stay groovy
Kim
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