This poster was hanging from the ceiling of the bar I went to Friday night. It’s kind of a western themed bar/cafe. This sign tickled me, lol. I took a picture, but I’m sorry about the quality. I had to zoom in to make it legible, and it lost a lot of definition in doing that.
It made me think about how people walk around so unaware of the beauty and possibilities that life has. If you’re walking around half-dead, then you can choose to be buried, quite inexpensively! Or, you can choose to breathe in life, and rise. There is always another choice. As long as we breathe, there is another possibility.
There are thousands of them actually.
How do we choose? It’s so easy to make the wrong decision, and end up far from where we want to be.
I think first, you have to believe that inside of you, and every sentient being, there is a center, connected to the One Thing, borne of the unconditional love of the universe. Even if you don’t feel it at the moment, believe it is there. That’s the beginning.
And then, trust your gut. Trust your third eye. Trust your intuition. Trust the way a choice makes you feel. Don’t think about it, FEEL it. Feel what is right for you. And trust that. It may seem harder. It may seem unreasonable. It may seem stupid.
People asked me why I would even want to talk to S, let alone be with him after what he did, last summer and fall. But I trusted my gut. There was something else I needed to know, to learn from one last go-round with him.
I don’t regret it. I learned what I needed to. And it allowed me to have clarity and let go.
I am trusting my gut on this move to Florida. I am terrified, if I think about it. Overwhelmed. The logistics alone, of getting the house ready for sale, selling it, retiring, getting my house packed up and moving to a new place where I know 3 people well, 1500 miles from the place where I am comfortable every day of my life, all by myself? It seems crazy.
I trust my gut, that it is absolutely the right thing for me to do. And I move ahead.
I got through my long contentious divorce, trusting my gut, going with the flow. It’s how I freed my son, just listening to that inner voice. Making choices that absolutely freaked my attorney out, and proved to be the exact right thing to do.
Sometimes, it requires stillness. Sometimes you need to sit somewhere, and just clear your head and let the energy of the Universe fill you, and guide you. Giving yourself a few minutes of stillness every day can give you the space to just know.
If you make a mistake, so what? There is always a way back, or another path you can choose to get where you want to be. If you know where it is you really want to be.
Sometimes we think want to be with a specific person, that we won’t be happy unless we are. We make a mistake that sends that person packing, never to be seen again. Is that cause to lay down and die? To spring for the $22.95 and get ourselves buried?
What did we really want? What were we expecting to feel when we were with them? Can we just realize that what we wanted them to fulfill in us, can be fulfilled in another way? By ourselves, by our passions, or by finding someone else? Was the mistake that we made a mistake? Or just, a lesson, a signpost to point us in another direction, towards more personal fulfillment?
Thousands of choices. Every step is a choice. If you run into a wall, change your course. Find a way around it. Even the great wall of China has a beginning and an end.
Why waste a lifetime walking around half-dead?