An anniversary of sorts came and went, and I didn't notice it. A date that marked the beginning passed and I was unaware of its occurrence, until I read my friend Mark's post over at Mark Musing today about his eighth year of blogging and realized I have passed my fourth year at this place.
Four years ago, March 10, I posted my first blog in this space. It was entitled, Scooping Up the Shadows -- using cleaning up the dog poop in my back yard, I came front and centre with my desire to ignore the evidence of taking care of the 'dirty work' in my life -- without complaining and procrastinating.
I posted again on March 13th and then on March 21 I posted my commitment to write in this space everyday, A Brand New Day. That post was about commitment. About keeping my commitments -- to me and others. It is something I struggle with -- not the writing here -- the writing here is habit, a part of my day, a beautiful beginning each morning to living life on purpose. No, it's the commitment to take care of me, to give me my best that I struggle with.
It's so easy to get pulled off course when I am not paying attention to where I'm at.
When I lose sight of where I am in the moment, when I fall into the trap of hearing other's words as a statement of my value, I forget to be centered in my own "I", to be grounded in my own truth.
I expect so much of me and one of the things I realize is, I don't expect me to fall down.
I give lots of space for the world to fall down, for others to trip or slide or dig into their 'own stuff'. But I don't give space for me -- to be human.
Four years writing in this space and I am opening up to the message. I am human. Exactly me. Just the way I am.
And sometimes I fly. And sometimes I fall. And always, I am free to experience my journey just the way I am.
There is no right or wrong, better or worse path to get to where I'm at. There's just the path I take.
There is no right nor wrong to being human. There's just the way I am.
And today, I celebrate all I am, right where I am. Right here where I am meant to be.
Today is the 1,356th post I've published here. (And yes, that does not divide into 365 per year. It divides into the number it is. It includes the days I've posted and embraces the days I've missed because, as part of my commitment to loving me where I'm at, I gave myself permission to not be here when I am being all of me somewhere else.)
Some of the words I typed were words to live by, others were words to forget or simply to set aside until another time when they resonated or fell into forgetfulness. No matter the value of the words, there are and are, my words. My heart speak that matters most to me. My heartfilled thoughts that continue to speak to all I am, all I'm meant to be in living my purpose: I am a radiant women igniting joy in an enlightened world.
Happy Spring Solstice!