I rested. I reflected. I reevaluated what mattered most to me. I released what no longer served me (as much as I could, knowing I’m ready and willing to release even more).
These last several months have been a time of great introspection for me because I feel the familiar pull of a place further down the river of my life and know the best thing to do is to stop, listen, and wait to find out what is beckoning to me. Am I being called to action or am I being called to prepare in other ways first? Do something or just “be”?
I check in with my Self- signals from my body, mind, spirit, and soul. I listen to my intuition– my inner wisdom. What am I supposed to be doing right now? When I’m unsure, the best thing to do is be still. So, I’ve been still for a while. No blog posts. No committee meetings. No activities that I’m not completely passionate about. Doing my best to have inner quiet and stillness while I outwardly continue the hurried pace of living, finding peace amidst the chaos to some extent.
I’ve bobbed in the Dead Sea and know how serene it feels to let go. It’s a profoundly simply yet powerful way to fully experience the concept of “surrender”, feeling completely supported and safe, warmly embraced by the water.
The cliche, “Go with the flow”, springs to mind, bringing a bit of anxiety to this woman who likes to know where she’s going at all times. What flow? To where? With whom? So I coined the phrase, “Go with My Flow”, recognizing that we are at different stages of our journeys and that “one size does not fit all”. Your flow is different from mine. I might choose a chubby inner tube bobbing lazily down the river of life while you strap on your helmet and buckle your lifejacket, ready to brave the whitewater of your life. Or maybe it’s the other way around, I’m plunging down a foaming waterfall while you are wading knee-deep in the safety of the shoreline. It doesn’t matter.
We each have to go with our own flow.