The space I’m in has called for me to consider the second act of delegation. Acceptance. Sometimes the things you desire are simply waiting their turn and no amount of double checking is going to produce a faster route to you. You’re still just as unready as you’ll ever be.
My favorite part about life recently has been acknowledging our use of language. To know the spells we operate under are able to be transmuted into our good. Remember that our perception asks that our intention produce the weight of the word, not the emotion. That liminal space of awareness and action merges into the very power you call upon. Awareness to acknowledge that the only action you needed to take was simply speaking it into existence.
Acceptance isn’t just you trusting that all the pieces know their place. It’s taking the time to fully embrace the piece to know why it must walk that path. Often the time we spend anxiously searching for an antidote to our own poisonous habits could be better spent concocting something specifically tailored to our needs. What does it mean to search beyond opportunity? How can you learn to search when you remember the fields being empty? Lessons learned yet hindsight is just as blurry as your foresight. Both begging you to learn beyond the emotional impact of every experience.
I plan on having a magnificent garden. I’ve spoken of this garden so long that I can almost smell the soil underneath my fingernails. I’m spending every ounce of my free time researching and renovating details to make this process as seamless as possible. Yet it still feels the slightest bit unobtainable. How can something I feel as real as the warmth on my skin still prove itself to seem impossible. What do I have yet to uncover that would grant me surety? What is written that I have yet to decipher? I must remind myself that to rest is apart of the process. Pushing just reduces the passion and god forbid my productivity is deemed less than by my perfectionism.
